the immigrant life

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I identify a lot of times as a lost soul without a home country due to the nature of feeling at home in both.

The perks of having an immigrant life means you’re fluent in more than one language and you’ve experienced the long travel.

I was born in the Philippines and I grew up in the states, California. It is a fact that I am fluent in two languages but it is also a hard fact that I am not equally fluent in both. I identify a lot of times as a lost soul without a home country due to the nature of feeling at home in both. Strangely, I get homesick for both the islands and dessert life.

What it truly means to be an immigrant to me is having the luxury of having two homes.

It also means traveling is an easy feat. (Disregarding expenses of course because let’s face it, money is a difficult thing to come by when we’re discussing me.) I’ve said so many times before, the need to see the world. Briefly… I’ve also discussed wanting to live outside of California. I have what is called itchy feet.

Often hindered by expenses, traveling has only been a dream.

At least, it was before this year.

Despite the unfortunate relationship between me and money, I was on the other hand fortunate enough to travel abroad this year.

For the first two weeks of March 2019, I traveled to Japan.

And it was a blast, to say the least about the trip.

A full-length report is at hand and I’m trying to figure out just how to break it all apart. If you haven’t already checked it out though, I am documenting (very little of) these travels with photographs and captions on my new photography Instagram: June Captures. For the meantime, please enjoy that as I struggle to catalog two weeks of life so different from my usual.

photo by hello krizel