My Story

From Davao City, Philippines, to Washington State, USA

My Journey Begins

My story begins in Davao City, often referred to as the Durian Capital of the Philippines. Growing up in a vibrant, busy, and sometimes chaotic city instilled in me a strong sense of community. I learned early on the importance of coming together, especially during times of scarcity. Neighbors looked out for one another, celebrations brought happiness even during difficult times, and resilience came from within, not from material possessions.

The Filipino culture taught me to give without expecting anything in return, to stay humble, help others, and remember my roots. These experiences have shaped my belief that strong communities rely not just on infrastructure, but on people, shared values, and a common purpose.

Discovering My Passion

As I grew older, my curiosity about the built environment deepened. I dedicated hours to sketching and visualizing how streets, parks, and public spaces could be improved to enhance the daily lives of others. Although I didn’t know it by name at the time, I knew I wanted to contribute to these changes. I aspired to reimagine spaces in a way that honored both people and their surroundings. When I discovered urban planning, everything fell into place. It was more than just buildings or roads; it was about people, systems, equity, and care. It involved shaping the everyday experiences of those often overlooked in communities like mine. I began watching YouTube videos, participating in free events, and doing everything possible to learn more about the topic. Without connections or a clear plan, I relied on curiosity, determination, and a sense of purpose.

A New Chapter in the United States

When I had the chance to pursue further education in the United States, I glimpsed a dream I never thought I could chase. I moved to Washington State and began high school while working 24 to 30 hours weekly to support myself. I often stayed up past midnight completing homework, barely managing, but I kept the hope that these sacrifices would pay off. Since I couldn’t afford to attend university directly, I enrolled at Pierce Community College in Puyallup while working part-time. Eventually, I transferred to Western Washington University and moved into a small studio in Bellingham. It had no windows and little furniture, but it was mine. It was progress, a reminder that I was nearing my goal.

Pursuing My Dreams

I worked every semester, often closing out night shifts and waking up early for classes. But I didn’t let the long hours stop me from getting involved. I joined campus organizations, took on projects that inspired me, and surrounded myself with others who believed in building better communities.

Eventually, I became president of the Urban Planning Club. I traveled to conferences, worked on sustainability initiatives, and connected with people who helped me grow. I didn’t have it all figured out, but I kept showing up, kept learning, and kept pushing through the hard days.

Looking back, it’s wild to think how far I’ve come. From Davao City to Washington State, from working night shifts to leading student planning projects — I’m proud of every step.

Keep on Keeping On

I’m still learning and still growing, and I continue to learn, grow, and create something meaningful from everything I’ve been given.

Urban planning gives me a way to serve. A way to honor where I come from while helping shape where others are going. Everyone deserves to live in a safe, sustainable, and welcoming place. And I’m committed to doing my part — whether that’s through planning, policy, data, or design.

There’s still so much more to do. But I’m here, and I’m ready to keep going.

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