Today it is three months and a day since I made the Jump. In that time I’ve gotten a job, been accepted into my target MA program this Fall, and joined the choir at a wonderful Baptist church. God has been good, and the blessings have been abundant. And even if these blessings were denied to me, God would still be good, and I continually rest in the peace of knowing that I am never out from under the protection of his mighty hand.
In those three months, my ethnicity has also been mistaken for Hispanic, Indian, Arab Palestinian, Jewish, and Korean. But never Filipino. Americans and Filipinos alike never know I’m ethnically Filipino till I let some Tagalog slip.