When I first moved to Manila, in the beautiful Islands of The Philippines, I left behind my old life and embarked on an exciting, new adventure, at the ripe old age of fifty-one.
Was it a midlife-crisis?
Hardly, at fifty-one I’d like to think the whole mid-life thing was well behind me. My reasons for making the momentous jump were many and varied, but needless to say it was something I absolutely felt I had to do...and I haven’t regretted it since.
As with any move to a foreign country, we give up some precious and treasured things, some “comforts”, but we do so in the belief that the rewards we discover will outweigh the losses we feel at the things we left behind.