There are days when wanderlust take over. When the mere figment of my imagination takes flight, and I’m transpotted across the world (mentally at least) to some bustling city with its ubiquitious garish neon lights like Hong Kong, or some serene and pristine town, utterly rustic, completely peaceful.
Perhaps it’s true. I dont want to stay in Singapore.
I’m Singaporean at heart, Singaporean in mind. But like our forefathers, I want to leave in search of a better tomorrow. I want to really discover who I am.
Maybe one day I’ll realise this is truly home.
But for now, I’m still dreaming of working abroad.
