My commute is a chore, the air is terrible, my skin hates the weather, some annoying guy rubbed his butt against my lunch box as he squeezed his way out of the bus. Singapore has many hateful things, but I don't regret moving back.
Perhaps it is because I always knew that my life in New York / North America was not permanent. It's like watching a movie; great while it lasted but there's the inevitable end. A permanent movie is no fun. Sometimes, it's the small mundane things that gives meaning. OF helping me out with administrative issues since I'm a total klutz at such things. Extended family offering me various things since I'm a total cheapo. Unsolicited advice from my colleagues because they mean well.
Being back allows me to ease back into a bigger community. Life is NYC was always rather solitary despite the large number of acquaintances and whatnots. Social support is too underrated. People need people more than they imagine. I like to think I have more friends - I used to have 5? in Toronto and they include OF, Purin, Housemate, Housemate's girlfriend, television (I vaguely remember blogging about this but I found no evidence).
Well, to my new life. Let's see how things go.
