If you’re wondering what I’ve been up to the past two weeks, well, keep wondering because I myself don’t know.

We’re considering moving. Not to New York City again, though we fancy that once in a while. We have some lifelong friends there and I know the city like the back of my hand, but I guess I’m looking for an adventure. Something new.

LA is a city I don’t know yet. I have some friends there too, and everytime we come down there something exciting always happens for us.

There’s also the option of moving all the way back to the Philippines, where I was born and grew up. It would be nice to raise my kid in Asia, learning several Asian languages as well as English. But that might be too much upheaval.

Yesterday we looked at some houses in the Sunset in San Francisco. Jay lived there long before I met him, and has very fond memories of the place. I love how immense the Pacific Ocean is. I love anything wild and untamable like the biggest body of water on earth.

May Ling Su at the Pacific Ocean Beach

We’re exploring all these possibilities, in addition to buckling down and buying this house we’ve lived in for over a year. It’s a great place, and we’ve never bought a house ever. I think buying a home is the biggest commitment one can make, even scarier than marriage. I’m afraid owning a house might turn into a black hole sucking up my time and resources, and for what? Equity? Is it really worth all the trouble?