The Expat Life

Five years ago, I wrote on my appraisal report that I would like to be considered for a position overseas to gain more experience in more advanced insurance markets. Singapore was my target then. I dreamed big. But the wait was too long. Far too long in my books. Management reshuffled and even my impending merit increase was shelved indefinitely. The boss said that he didn’t want to bring up salary issue with the new management just yet. He wanted me to wait it out a bit longer. Problem is, I am not the type who waits that long especially if the chances are obviously way below expectation. When an opportunity came up offering the same experience I’ve been meaning to get myself into, I got all excited. To cut the long story short, I left my previous job.

Had I not quit, it should have been seven years. Seven years is like forever. But some of my coworkers patiently waited it out. One worked long hours. Work has become her life and life well, life is work. I don’t know if I have the will power to do the same. And another one is more than happy with the laid-back set up of the organization. The budget are met. Everything is a breeze as the market favors the products he manages.

I have these nagging thoughts of what ifs. What if I stayed? Would things change? It’s useless dwelling on the would’ves and could’ves because I’ve already made a decision and that was to try it out on my own. I have my own share of ups and downs and I learned a lot, too.

I don’t want to sound like I’m griping but after reading what I’ve written so far, it looks like I am. I’ll get over it.