Everybody dreams of something, right? I mean, no person goes through life without dreaming about the life he would have if he just does whatever it is he dreams about. None of us can say we haven’t had dreams. Some are pursued, some are not.
I like to think of myself as a “doer” instead of a dreamer. However, I must admit that I dream of many things. A lot of the things I dream of are thing I will never do. So, how can I be a doer? Well, I can’t say for certain, but I feel like I pursue my dreams a lot more than the average person. For example, out of 100 things I dream of, I probably do 70 of them, I guess. I would bet that most people are lucky if they try to accomplish 10 of 100 dreams.
I remember in the mid 90’s through the end of the 1990’s, I dreamed and dreamed of moving to the Philippines and living in Mindanao. I was obsessed by it. Every day, I thought about what it would be like to live here. Every day I made plans. In 1996 or 1997 Feyma and I put our house up for sale, and our plan was to move here as soon as our house sold. Well, we left our house on the market for almost a year, and it never sold. The market was soft, I guess. Maybe it just wasn’t mean to be at that time. I kept dreaming, though.
In 1998, I got a really good promotion on my job, and Feyma and I decided that it was a sign that we were not meant to move to the Philippines. We re-evaluated our position and decided that we would stay in the USA for about 10 more years. We accepted it, and my dream was kind of on hold at that point. Well, we did decide to take a vacation to the Philippines in 1999. I was only able to come for 2 weeks due to the demands of my job, but Feyma and the kids stayed a month. When we were both home, we talked, and we both said the same thing – “we really have to move to the Philippines.”
Then something happened – we found out that Feyma was pregnant! This was totally unplanned, and unexpected since Feyma was using birth control pills at the time. But, we decided that we still wanted to push forward with our plans to move. We would try to sell our house after Feyma had the baby in March or April 2000.
Then, in early March 2000, before we put our house up for sale, somebody walked up to our front door, rang the doorbell and when we opened the door the guy said “My Mom used to own this land years ago. I want to buy your house, are you willing to sell it?” Well! Come on in and let’s talk about it! He made an offer, and it was significantly more than we had planned to sell for, so the deal was struck. He even allowed us to stay in the house, rent-free, until 1 month after the baby was born.
That’s how it all happened that we moved here. For me, it was a sign that the time had come, and we were basically meant to move at that time. We didn’t even have to try.
But, you know what? I was scared to death! Feyma was scared to death too. Suddenly moving halfway around the world was no longer a dream, it was quickly becoming reality. We had so many things to accomplish, including having a baby! Could we do it? Did we even want to do it? Moving to the Philippines was a huge thing. Were we ready? Were our kids ready? All of these questions clouded our minds. But, we had been pursuing this dream for a long time, and we pushed through with it. In retrospect, it was a great even in my life, and one that I don’t regret.
Over the coming days, I am going to write about other dreams that I hear from ex-pats here. Some are totally unrealistic, some are doable, but never happen.
How about you? What are your dreams? Do you think you will ever make them happen?