Back home in Singapore for a week or so; a journey that has became a gradual yearly routine. Routinely Singaporean lifestyle i would imagine. Multiple compulsory family sit down meals and family time, random catching up with friends, indulging in the national pass time of shopping, gobbling up local hawker delights and spending hours thinking of things and nothing...Somehow, it is surreal to see how our lives can be so similar and yet so different. Its always an ironic debate what kind of life we desire to live and how we should live it. Most of my peers are settled; marriage, kids, condos....They seemed happy. Ordinarily happy, which is only a blessing to see. After all, its about time to be settled right?
Yet at the other end of the tunnel, there are individuals who longed for a bit more than ordinary. And it is not a matter of their choice because we are 'made' differently. Ordinary is not lesser at all, but somehow i still at wits with myself why i am feeling so restless after just a few days and longing to get back to New York. The truth is, the ever expanding mega malls that Singapore expertly reproduces has a very little appeal to me and what this city lacks is the cosmopolitan feel that would be impossible to replicate. I can't help but wondered, would i be happy living in Singapore again?
