The one thing I’m putting off because I’m not sure how it will turn out is migrating to Australia. My older sister, her husband, and kids moved there back in 2010, and she’s been my biggest cheerleader, constantly urging me to join them. She paints this beautiful picture of a better life, more opportunities for Xavy, and a support system that would ease my burdens.

Logically, it makes sense. Financially, she’s offered to help with the initial move, and she assures me I’d find work. But Dumaguete… this is my comfort zone. It’s where I’ve built my life, my small network of friends, my routines. The thought of uprooting Xavy, leaving everything familiar, and starting over in a completely new country is terrifying. What if I can’t find a good job? What if Xavy doesn’t adjust? What if I just end up feeling more lost and alone? The “what ifs” loom large, casting a long shadow of doubt. It feels like a huge leap into the complete unknown, and right now, the darkness of that uncertainty feels overwhelming, even with the promise of a brighter future on the other side. Maybe one day I’ll find the courage to take that plunge, to dance in that distant darkness, but for now, I’m still finding my rhythm here.