Although it’s the 4th time that I’m leaving home for Shanghai after settling in comfortably for at least a month, the attachment remains strong. I’ll be missing plenty here: my family, who will always be there; friends who are willing to stick it out at a flea market stall; friends who are willing to explore Pulau Ubin together; friends who make the effort to meet up every single time that I’m back; friends whom I can goof around with at Swissotel; friends whom I can chat with till the wee hours in the morning with Kickapoo and Sampoerna at a coffee shop, talking about diversity in people and inter-personal relationships; friends who can really eat; and of course, a lover who loves with all her heart.
The rain pattering gently on the grounds of Singapore seemingly manifests what I have to suppress.
