wearing random white wifebeater, Zara silk top, Forever 21 ram ring, Gina Tricot bangles, Boracay markets necklace
Overwhelmed with the response on the last post, I questioned if I had made the right decision in posting about it. I have gotten endless inquiries about whether or not this happened in Boracay and if I think the island has suddenly become unsafe for tourists. A meager amount of reposts from my local friends was unbearably unsettling, and I feared if I had offended anyone or jeopardized our tourism by openly speaking about my story.
The truth is, this could have happened anywhere, it doesn't matter where you are, this can happen to you too. No I do not think that the island is suddenly unsafe, but I think that sometimes, we forget how vulnerable we can be out there, on our own, as females. My experience should not be a deterrent to go on vacation, it should serve as a reminder that we also need to be aware of the dangers out there that we could possibly face. Before this incident, I knew these stories only from hearsay, the news and movies. I naively figured, I have been here 5 years, I have walked these streets for that long, and I have done it drunker than a skunk and nothing has ever happened to me. Well folks, if it wasn't for all my false confidence, I would probably be writing about something cheerier.
I am planning my next big move, something I have considered for quite a while now. I am finally leaving my little piece of paradise. I embrace all the lessons it has taught me, and treasure the wonderful people I have met and come to love. This last month here will be emotional and dreadfully confusing, but all good things must come to an end, and in life, we must keep on keeping on. Ultimately, if I have learned nothing else, I have learned that not only can you turn dreams into reality, but also turn your reality into a dream. And with a mindset like that, there is no need for you to ever really leave the paradise you have built within you.
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