A seven-year ache

Today is the anniversary of my retirement and move to the Philippines seven years ago. If things go as I hope they do, I’ll celebrate my 70th birthday later this year. So, there is no denying that I’m in the midst of the final chapter of my life, and I hope to make the most of it. I don’t recall having any real expectations when I made the move, and although I’ve had my share of disappointments, I don’t have any regrets about the decision to make the Philippines my home.

I still spend a lot of time dwelling on the past, which may not be a healthy thing to do, but in a weird way, remembering what I was, and what I had and lost, and all the things that led me to this moment in time are sometimes painful, yet somehow comforting. I can’t adequately describe the kaleidoscope of feelings looking back brings me, but I almost feel as if I’m in an afterlife and seeing my past lives from an otherworldly perspective. Perhaps this is my purgatory.

I wrote a post about my final day in Korea here. In that post, I quoted something I had written in January 2005, before changing my world forever when I decided to leave my American life behind.

I never really had a plan for life, I just reacted to it. Whenever I reached a crossroads, I chose a direction and followed the road without a clue as to where it might take me. I guess it is natural to wonder about the paths that would have led to a different life, but you only get to live the life you chose. No mulligans. But I have been extremely fortunate and blessed. The roads I have taken have led to some great adventures and life-altering experiences. A fool’s luck perhaps, but even though I could never have imagined what my life would turn out to be, it has been a very nice ride. So it is time to look forward again. And it will be an adventure with an uncertain outcome for sure.

I reckon that is as true now as it ever was. And it occurs to me that I’ve been blessed with a multitude of lives within my lifetime. Here are some of them off the top of my head:

  • My California life
  • My Arizona life
  • My Oklahoma/Arkansas life (I lived on both sides of the border)
  • My South Carolina life
  • My Virginia/DC life (lived in Virginia, worked in DC)
  • My Korea life
  • My Philippine life

And within those lives, there was a multitude of others: growing up, working, parenting, four marriages, and other relationships and adventures. At one time, I began to explore some of these in a series of posts here called “One Lifetime, Many Lives”. Perhaps I’ll find the motivation to complete that effort before I die.

Anyway, nothing else to do but hang on and see what happens next. In the meantime, here is the first post I wrote after arriving in the Philippines. I had to smile at the mention of Jessa, who worked at Treasure Island, where I stayed my first few days. We did wind up dating briefly, but I managed to fuck it up. We are still friends, though, and I’m glad for that.

If you are a regular reader, you know my life is not much more than daily walks and nightly beers, with some occasional travel in the mix. I’m sure it gets boring to read about, but I enjoy it. One of my goals when I moved here was for my presence to make a difference in some small way for the less fortunate who surround me. I feel good about some successes I’ve had in that regard. My biggest project in terms of cash outlay is supporting a widow with three kids born to an American father who couldn’t be bothered with securing their citizenship before he died. I also sponsor a student in Bohol who regularly makes the Honor Roll at his school and, hopefully, is destined to escape the poverty of his family’s life. I am also helping Maria, the gal I dated briefly when she was eighteen, as she attends college. I’ve got a full-time helper who has been with me from the beginning of my time here and earns a generous living wage. And of course, I’m supplementing the salary of bargirls through the generosity of the lady drinks I provide. Hey, every little bit helps!

And there you have my anniversary reflections and the rare LTG post with a semblance of substance.

Tomorrow is election day here in the PI, and Filipinos are not allowed to consume alcohol starting today. Most Barretto bars are open for the foreigners they cater to, but I moved my Sunday routines to Saturday just to be on the safe side.

I did the feeding at Hideaway, even though they are open today (closed tomorrow). Then it was off to the floating bar to meet Swan.

The beach was not nearly as crowded as it had been the past few weeks.
Only one other customer besides Swan and me.
The sun upon arrival.
The sun a couple of beers later.

We got hungry and impatient waiting for the sun to put on the endo of the show, so we headed back to shore.

From the beach, we got to see the rare rising moon…
…and the setting sun sharing the same sky.

Then, it was off to John’s place for some dinner. Once again, we shared:

Tasty beef bulgogi…
…and surprise, surprise, birria tacos.

After our meal, we stopped at Red Bar for a bit, then finished the evening with a nightcap at Wet Spot.

By the way, I didn’t forget about the Saturday Sweet Stroll, but how much more can I say about that weekly event that you haven’t seen or heard numerous times? Well, there was this:

Nothing special about this tree; it was just my first attempt at pinning something on Google Maps.
And there you have it. Now what?

I also did a video clip of the final neighborhood on the Saturday Stroll:

As my trek through the archives of LTG continues, I came upon another anniversary, or should I say, blogaversary. The third year of my blogging efforts was in December 2007. Sadly interesting were the comments of wife #3 and my step-daughter, Avery. One more episode in The Story of My Life.

Facebook memories for today:

Four years ago, I knew what the ignorant were denying.
Five years ago, I was calling out the Nazis who were revealing themselves during the scamdemic. I had one now former friend disclose the location of a speakeasy I’d found where I could enjoy some beers during lockdown. The fucker recognized something in the background of a photo I posted, and named and shamed the venue. What a cunt!
Seven years ago, I left the 8th Army Headquarters building for the last time.
Also, I flew business class seven years ago to my new life in the Philippines.

Today’s YouTube video takes a slightly different twist on the reasons why the Philippines attracts expats. As I was searching for where I might spend my retirement years, I ultimately chose the Philippines for two reasons: the friendliness of the locals emphasized in this video, and also, that English is commonly spoken here. The cost of living is another positive, although I disagree that most hospitals provide quality and value. I’m glad I found an excellent doctor I can trust, though.

And bad humor is better than none, or so I keep telling myself:

Damn, I hate when that happens!
My wife #3 said the kidney stone hurt more than childbirth.
Lifting those twelve-ounce weights every day helps.

And now to get on with year number eight. It occurred to me that Swan won’t be able to drink in any of the open bars. She suggested I have some “me time” tonight, so I reckon that’s what I’ll do. I’ll let you know how that works out tomorrow.

7 thoughts on “A seven-year ache

  1. Well, you’ve accumulated a lot of memories. I imagine it feels like an interesting ride. And you seem to have settled into the Filipino way of living, more or less. Any chance you’ll make a book out of any this? Some legacy to pass on to your Stateside family, who might need some catching up on what life has been like for you? Blogs aren’t forever, after all.

  2. Something’s changed. You rarely ever respond to comments at 6:30 a.m. anymore, and you rarely visit my blog at that time anymore. Everything okay? Just sleeping later these days?

  3. RE: your 2007 blog post and your commenters.

    Someone has to make the first try at reconciliation. It might as well be you.

  4. Kev, I’m still up early, but it’s dark and my keyboard is unlighted (the one I use for z,x,c, and v). So, I come back when it is light outside and respond to comments here and leave comments on your blog. I got a little distracted today, but here I am!

  5. Kev, as a matter of fact, that’s the purpose of my going through all my old posts here and tagging the ones I’d use in a book, “The Story of My Life.” Once I finish that, I’ll have to think of a format and fill in any gaps in my story. I might consult with you about self-publishing if you don’t mind.

  6. Sure thing. I’ll be here. I think.

    Are you just unwilling to get your laptop repaired or replaced? Depending on your needs, you might not have to buy an expensive laptop as a replacement.

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