It's still the dream!

As some of you already know by now, I'm also a nurse.

No, I don't go around in a white uniform that barely covers my crotch while I absolutely insist to all my male patients that a sponge bath is necessary. That would be an adult film industry role, and a very passé one at that. A way less glamorous vision of me being a nurse would be someone who gives shots to the old and dying, and cleans off poop all day. That one's a safe mile off too.

What I am really, is all sorts of things. I make videos on YouTube, and this has inevitably forced me to use a hybridized slang word to describe myself - I'm a vlogger. (I used to shudder at word, but I find that gradual overusage and abuse can desensitize anyone to almost anything, including neologisms.)  Apparently, now that I'm resurrecting my passion for writing, I'm a blogger too. Oh, and I work as a TV host on ABS-CBN's "CGE TV In Da Loop". Then there's this other venture I've been dying to tell everyone about, but until a contract makes it official, and promotions start, I need to keep my face shut about it. But ultimately, professionally and primarily, I really am a nurse.

All the things I'm busy with right now are in no way even remotely related to the fact that I have a professional license that basically gives me the right to wear a plastered white cap on my head, BUT I really haven't given up on the dream.

And what is the dream?

You'd like to think that now that I'm dipping my feet in media, I've already reformatted my heart and mind into dreaming of being the next Anne Curtis. Well, I'm not gonna lie to you, sweetheart, I wouldn't complain if I did get to that total boss of a level, but my heart still beats for a Nursing career. Thing is, the dream's setting is in America.

I'm hoping none of you scorn me for wanting to leave the country. I'm also hoping none of you attempt to start a losing argument about me being unpatriotic, because if you really think about it, deciding to work abroad when there clearly aren't enough opportunities in your motherland is in no way traitorous or selfish. I love this country, and as is, I love my life here. Truth be told, a part of me is scared of starting over in the Big Apple.

You read that right. I've got my eyes set on New York, baby! Big city! Bright lights! Fast-paced everything! The right to wear black and grey everyday and scream profanities at anyone! A dependency on minute-ready street food, coffee in the park, and public transportation! A Gossip Girl hotel tour I would just love to take and acquire absolutely zero percent personal growth from!

EXCITING.

TERRIFYING.

Just the other day, I sat in the living room with my parents and filled out application forms for the licensure examination. Three words were on loop in my mind: SHIT'S. GETTING. REAL. Next step is having these babies notarized. The next would be mailing them. Hot damn! That's gonna be the first time ever that I'm gonna be sending snail mail in this lifetime. Shit is getting real!

Now to not get ahead of myself, go through the process, and study my ass off. Until I'm all set to leave on a jet plane - or at least a comfortable Boeing 747, since I do live in reality - the realness of shit remains subpar. Only thing left to do once I'm off is to not let it hit the fan.