alright... 1 "week" of school left (technically 1 day cos i only have class on tuesday anyways), and then 1 week of exams. and then back home. home home. how scary the thought when home is less familiar than here. does that make here home now? am i merely articulating what so many have gone through before? in some ways, i'm already missing chicago, because the thought of being away from this beautiful city is already paralyzing me.
but i love singapore too. i keep telling myself that. there is the character of my people, of those who will accept me on instinct rather than through my attempts to earn it. friends who i've grown up with. nostalgia, familiarity, the sights and sounds and smells of the place i've spent my entire life up till not too long ago. how that experience courses through my blood, and makes up every sinew of my body. oh what melodrama this is, but since i'm always looking out at the lake when i write my blog, i'm also tempted into hyperbole to match the sensuous experience that accompanies every keystroke.
2 years in college already. that's halfway done. somehow i feel as if i've barely started. maybe because i'm still in that phase of the race where my muscles are still coping adequately with the stress, and the end looks near even though i haven't gone very far. maybe next year things will start to feel dragged out again, and i will begin to tire. somehow i wish for that kind of a slog. at least it leaves you less time to think about something else.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment