into the WOODS

As I quote John Muir: “Going to the woods is going home” I think about a couple of things that’s about to unravel in the couple of days. The path I’ve chosen wouldn’t feel much of about going home but much of running away from it and experiencing life like you’re in the wild for the very first time.
Remember the feeling of walking out in the woods? The feeling of uneasiness; that of total discomfort the first time you step out into the green land and out in the open. Nerve-wracking as I put it lightly, venturing in an unknown territory gives you multiple feelings at the same time. It’s always a mixture of excitement, the undeniable nerves bringing out the scared little boy in you and of course the sense of trying to belong and the feeling of giving your best shot no matter what.
Deciding on “going radio” was in fact one of the few hard decisions I made. Stepping into the news room for the first time felt like pure excitement and edginess at the same time. I’d have to practice on writing news in full “Binisaya” and of course it would also take a lot more of practice uttering it in full words and recording it.
As my first news forum that I’ll be covering is looming, John Muir’s words stricken me out of nowhere, am I heading home? Is my future in these woods? I don’t know, but I’ll have to find out for sure, on my own.