I've always had a problem defining home. What is a home? Where
your family lives? Where your friends are? Where your spouse is?
Where your dreams are?
For many of you, you call Singapore home. And a great place to call
home too! (admit it, Singapore is better then many many other
countries).
However, I do not have such a "luxury". For a while now, I have had
problems defining where my physical home is. I've rooted myself in
Singapore for the last 18 months and have grown quite fond of the
place, however, much of my "wonder years" (12 of them, to be exact)
were spent on Australian soil. This is the place I shall be
returning to for a month, in a few hours.
How about my emotional/intellectual home? Where is the place that I
have learnt so much about life, about people, about love? That I
have to say, would be Australia, without a doubt.
You really can't get me to decide which place is better for me.
Anyway, the choice, at present, is Singapore. So let's just hope my
trip to Australia this time isn't gonna invoke too many nostalgic
feelings such that I'll just give it all up in Singapore and move
back. It doesn't help that my life in Singapore is very
unsatisfactory. It also doesn't help that I had experienced utmost
happiness while I was in Australia. It is also, of course, the land
where I have been shattered into many pieces.
So what's the deal? Nothing really, I'm just thinking out
loud.
You know where my home is? No where, for now. My home would be the
place my wife and I decide together to live. Let's hope I find her
soon, for the sense of "homelessness" does bring a sense of fear
and uncertainty to the best of us.
I shall miss many people while I'm abroad. These people, of course,
know who they are, because they'd be missing me too.
Have a great month everyone!
