I moved to Manila some five or six years ago with delusional thoughts of a greener pasture and an idealistic mindset that I'm ready to take on the world and start building my future. Well all know too well I was wrong. Looking for a job isn't hard. Looking for a job that fulfills your needs and wants as a corporate individual, getting paid the right amount with the skill set that you have and being nurtured as a person and as a professional, that's a different story. Another story would be living close to work and being well within your means to at least live a comfortable (not even a lavish one) lifestyle since you're an independent, working person. That's at least what you deserve, right? I couldn't be more wrong. Apparently, Metro Manila and I are not on the same page. 

When I graduated, I was opposed to the idea of moving to Manila for a job. I love Baguio, as mentioned a gazillion times in this blog. The weather, the people, the pine trees, the honest cab drivers, the economical cost of living, I could go on. But my Mom insisted that I find work closer to home. Home is Pampanga, by the way. Contrary to what most people know, I'm not from Baguio. I did study in Baguio, and fell in love with the place in the process. I declare myself an honorary Cordilleran too. Going back, the daily commute has always been one of my vital problems. I worked in the night shift for a while and that didn't seem to prove much of a difference when it comes to the amount of vehicles traversing the major roads. I always make it a point to live close to work to eradicate the tedious travel to and from work, and also to be able to use my time more wisely. I was quite successful with that, until I moved to Ortigas.