Preparation continues apace as the days (21!) to my departure wind down. Some packing left to do but I’ve also been busy closing doors.

Moving forward to an unknown future carries with it a sense of adventure. But that trip to tomorrow is best made traveling light, and that means leaving the baggage of the past in the past. Easier said than done of course.

Why yes, yes I have.

So this week I’ve let go of the love I felt for one, finally accepting that she will not be sharing my dreams of a happy life in the Philippines. Oddly enough, the sadness I feel is for her, not me. I know that sounds egotistical but in my heart I do believe she would have had a happier life with me than the one she has chosen. I hope I’m wrong about that, but regardless there is no escaping the consequences of our decisions. She has chosen a different path so I will walk mine without her.

The door to a future with Gem has also closed. As much by her choice as mine, although she professes to be hurt. We could just never connect on the emotional and intellectual level that I know I require in a relationship. I’m sorry to have disappointed her but at this stage of my life when it comes to love I’ve got two options left: what I want or nothing at all.

Another door to close and lots of goodbyes in store when I visit Seoul for the last time next weekend. There is always a sadness associated with endings I suppose. My goal is to not be overwhelmed or consumed with sorrow and regret. I’ll start my new life unencumbered and totally free to choose the door that leads to happiness.

Yeah, the old cliché about when one door closes, another opens is in my mind. As my arrival in the Philippines gets closer I’m starting to get messages from a few Filipinas I’ve befriended on Facebook strongly hinting (or outright asking) if they can join me in my new life. Clearly, I’m going to have the opposite problem women-wise than I do here; from no options to almost unlimited options. The level of desperation amongst many of the women I see on the social networks is both sad and scary. They are looking for a way out of their forlorn lives and they see me as their ticket. Well, perhaps for “the one” I will be.

My challenge is going to be to choose wisely. I can’t let my judgement be clouded by sympathy (or lust!). I need to move cautiously and slowly and have the strength to say “sorry, but no” and walk away. In short, I need to learn to harden my heart and stop being such a nice guy sucker. Time will tell.

All of my life, I’ve been waitin’ in the rain
I’ve been waitin’ for a feeling that never, ever came
It feels so close but always disappears

I’m gonna harden my heart
I’m gonna swallow my tears
I’m gonna turn and leave you here