Day in the life of a Filipina Nurse Practitioner

Hi, I’m Jasmine — a Filipina Nurse Practitioner sharing my healing, my journey, and the tools that make life softer.

Filipina Mama & Daughter Travel Diaries | Healing Journey Continues

February 20, 2026 — Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok

Hi everyone.

So here we are again, still at BKK, still waiting, still learning how to sit in the in-between.

While my mom rests beside me in the quiet comfort of the Miracle Business Lounge, I open my laptop and begin working. We already had lunch — simple, filling, comforting — and now it’s time to make things happen for myself. If I don’t do it now, when will I?

That question has been following me everywhere on this healing journey.


Working While Waiting: Choosing Productivity Over Doubt

I’m editing another video to schedule for the 24th. I already have uploads lined up through the 23rd, and seeing that small queue of content feels like proof that I’m showing up for my dreams — even in an airport lounge, even between flights, even when I feel unsure.

This is a day in the life of Jasmine — not just the nurse practitioner, not just the daughter, not just the traveler — but the woman trying to build something meaningful from her own story.

I log into the lounge Wi-Fi, import footage, and begin piecing together another chapter of this healing journey. The video will be under 20 minutes, but the meaning behind it feels much bigger.

Yes, I’ve lost followers recently.
Yes, 72 people unfollowed in the last 28 days.
And yes — it stings.

But healing is teaching me this:
Not everyone is meant to come with you.

If I’m attracting the right people and releasing the wrong ones, maybe I’m exactly where I need to be.


Dreaming of Home: Building a Future in Tubao, La Union

Between rendering clips and choosing thumbnails (crumbs on my shirt and all — this is the unfiltered me), I find myself browsing house designs for our land in Tubao, La Union.

It’s less than 400 square meters, but it feels expansive — surrounded by nature, with mountain views on both sides. Sunrise on one end. Sunset on the other. Space to breathe.

I imagine:

  • A small elevated pool overlooking the mountains
  • Floor-to-ceiling windows to invite nature inside
  • A Philippine-inspired design rooted in simplicity and light

My only worry? Heat. Typhoons. Reality.

I’ll consult an engineer. Maybe my friend in Makati knows someone. Maybe we’ll work with my cousin’s contractor. Maybe this dream will take years.

But the dream exists — and that’s where everything begins.


Pro Tips & Small Joys: Bangkok Lessons

If there’s one practical lesson from Bangkok:

Buy Thai pants in the city — not the airport.

  • Platinum area near our hotel: 80–100 baht
  • Chiang Mai: ~180 baht
  • Airport: 320 baht

Travel teaches you economics in the smallest ways.

I’ve also been eating more fruit here than I ever do in the Philippines — sweet watermelon, guava, pineapple. I even caught myself saving seeds, wondering if they’ll grow back home.

Maybe healing looks like that too — carrying small seeds of joy across borders.


Career Reflections: Between Purpose and Peace

While my video uploads, I shift to preparing for my upcoming pre-operative nurse practitioner interview.

It’s work I already do — risk stratification, pre-op clearance — but the role represents something deeper: a new environment, a chance to feel trusted, a space where I don’t have to constantly prove my worth.

I love primary care. I love gender care. HIV care. LGBTQ+ care.
Those roles gave my work purpose.

But purpose should not come at the cost of peace.

I’ve realized that part of my stress comes from feeling undervalued by certain colleagues. Not all — many have supported me — but enough to make me question where I belong.

I am open to feedback. I welcome growth.
But I also deserve respect.

Healing means naming what hurts — and giving yourself permission to seek better.


Healing in Real Time

As I sit here in the lounge — laptop humming, my mom quietly resting, airport announcements echoing in the background — I realize something:

This is healing.

Not dramatic breakthroughs.
Not perfect clarity.
Just small, steady choices:

  • choosing to work on my dreams
  • choosing to plan a future home in Tubao
  • choosing to nourish my body
  • choosing to seek environments where I’m valued
  • choosing to keep going

A Note to You

If you’re in a waiting season — in an airport, in a job, in a relationship, in your own healing — please know:

You are not stuck.
You are in transition.

And sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do in the in-between is simply this:

Keep showing up for yourself.


More to come as we head back to the Philippines for the next chapter of this healing journey.

With love,
Jasmine 💛

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3 responses to “Part 2: 8 Hours at BKK Airport 🇹🇭”

  1. jec Avatar

    Jasmine, I stumbled upon your blog through WP reader. Love the note you put at the end as I am in my in-between season. I wanna go home to the Philippines, too 😦 You’re inspiring! will follow your journey.

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    1. fnp.jas Avatar

      Awww, thank you. I am glad that you are able to relate to my story. Where in the Philippines are you from? Where are you now?

      Thank you for following my journey. For seeing me.

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      1. jec Avatar

        Hello, I’m from Mandaluyong City 🙂 I currently live in California.

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