last few hours in chicago. i'm surprised how this is beginning to mirror how i felt about leaving singapore to come here. as i sat watching my first sunrise in chicago over lake michigan, i realise how much i've missed out on just thinking that i'll be here forever. but a third of my life in chicago has gone by, and i'm not sure what i have to show for it.
flight leaves in about 5 hours. leaving for the airport in another hour. somehow time is passing at just the wrong pace. much too slow to wrap me up in a flurry of activity, but much too fast for me to savour anything. i suppose time just is being itself.
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