I woke up just a while ago feeling lost. The surroundings seemed new because there was noisy traffic sounds outside, the sun was shining in, the day was starting and it was getting hot, the bed was uncomfortable etc.. and after rolling around a little deciding whether to get back to sleep or not, I asked myself where the (bloody) hell am I...
I was not home in KL waking up with my family.
I have just woken up in my room in Singapore; this is the very room that I grew up in, lived at for some 30yrs now and yet I felt lost without my family and the comfort of familiar surroundings. Opening the morning Sunday paper also felt different because the paper in Singapore features different things from the KL paper.
Like Nisa, I too have been struggling a little (for Nisa, exponentially more) with the transition from KL to Spore. I will miss waking up there on a weekend, the shopping, the space and the places to run, and even the traffic and the roads. I will miss my psychological attempt to extend my weekend by staving off the bluesy Sunday afternoon feeling of having to return to work Monday because here in Singapore, I am already feeling this bluesy feeling on Sunday morning. The hustle and bustle of Jamie's cousins will also be absent soon, until they visit our flat in Singapore.
Food will also be another new vista. We can almost literally walk into any restaurant or makan place over in KL without any thought but we need to really scout around and about here in Singapore. But I know God will provide and we will do just fine over here, insya-Allah.
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