Back home....

I arrived in London last night, at about seven. And it felt like home. As the taxi wound around the crazy, narrow London roads, every place was familiar and loved. I regret so much the little time I have left - to explore every part of London, to know more about this strangely familiar foreign place.

Strange how a place one had lived in for less than a year can feel so much like home. Perhaps it is because it is my first home with Nazir - a proper place for the start of my life. While Singapore is the place I grew up in, London is the place I settled in. Finding the same brand of humour around me. A love for art. Finding...if not quite myself, some part of me.

Yet, at the same time, the homesickness for Singapore that had been plaguing me these past week is still there. The need to see Singapore, the sights, the smells, the food, the cleanliness. Beyond my family, there is still something about Singapore that calls me its own.

I will miss London, but I greatly anticipate coming home.