Some days when people ask me why I decided to leave my country and move to the Philippines, I feel sorry for them that they would even engage me. Oh well they asked for it! But then, I can explain all the why’s until I’m blue in the face, and it never ever seems to sink in. So…. I have accumulated some thoughts and ideas from the past that collectively will help anyone who has lived, to better understand my reasons why. Why I choose to move to the Philippines.
How’s this for Nostalgia?
Remember when you were growing up – and it took three minutes for a TV to warm up?
Nobody owned a purebred dog!
Remember when a quarter was a decent allowance and you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?
You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked and gas pumped, without asking…and all for free, every time! And you didn’t pay for air and you got trading stamps to boot!
Back when laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box!
Do you remember when it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?
They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed?
When a 57 Chevy was everyone’s dream car…to cruise in, peel out, or watch drive-in movies and boys and girls went steady?
No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the ignition and cars were never locked!
Remember lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like, “that cloud looks like a …?”
…or Playing baseball (or any outdoor game) with no adults to help with the rules of the game?
Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger!
Remember when being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited students at home?
And basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat and we survived because their love was greater than their threat.
Our summers were filled with bike rides, Hula Hoops and playing in the streets, and eating Kool-Aid powder!
Remember when decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-moe”? and mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, “Do Over!”?
Do you remember when catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening?
When it wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘Best Friends’ or…
having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot?
Saturday morning cartoons weren’t 30-minute commercials for action figures!
“Oly-oly-oxen-free” made perfect sense and spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles!
How about when the worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team?
…or when “War” was a card game?
…or when baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle? Remember when taking drugs meant orange flavored chewable aspirin?
…or when water balloons were the ultimate weapon?
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived! Doesn’t it feel good , just to go back and say, “yeah, I remember that!” And with all our progress, don’t you just wish… just once, that you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace and share it with the children of today?
Well, that’s my real reason, my final answer! It’s why I’m moving to the Philippines. While the ’57 Chevy’s and drive-in theaters may have gone the way of S&H Green Stamps, many other things – the more simple pleasures of the past – can be re-acquired. Where nostalgia meets the future…in another land that I will call home – the Philippines.
And I ‘Double-Dog-Dare Ya’ to share this with anyone who may need a break from their ‘grown-up’ life (or more accurate…’retiree life’).