Ian Martin Bachiller
Ian Martin Bachiller
In the dictionary, there is an exact definition of "home."
Jealous. That's how I feel. Because I wish I had an exact definition of home.
I was born on September 19, 1994 to wonderful and supportive parents Arnel and Gemma Bachiller in Legaspi City, Philippines. Surrounded by the warm, tropical climate and loving relatives and friends, I was more than proud to call it home. Growing up in the Philippines meant growing up in a household with three combined families. Extended families just didn't exist. They were all immediate family. In December 2003, my father received a job opportunity to be a physical therapist here in the United States. We just couldn't let go of that opportunity and we decided to take it.
Moving to a different school is hard. Moving to a different country is painful.
Uprooted and confused, I had to start over. All the way over. I had no friends and only a few relatives. To make things even more difficult, I had to endure the culture shock of moving into a new country and the occasional racism. The traditions, way of life, and language took a toll on me and my family. Nevertheless, I didn't lose sight of the bright future that this country can offer me. After a few years in school, I finally stopped feeling alienated. I actually had friends and I was slowly adapting (and even liking!) the new way of life. After high school, I finally accepted that this country has so much to offer. Having many opportunities such as going to a prestigious college, being financially stable, and being able to cross paths with a very diverse set of people is very exciting.
Where does that leave home? Many people ask which country I've grown to love more. The answer has varied over time. At the beginning, it was an emphatic "PHILIPPINES FOR SURE!" Now it has changed to an apprehensive answer.
"I think I like it better here now..."
To be honest, I'm not even sure which one I consider home now.
Frankly, I think it's impossible to choose just one