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I had to turn down an invitation to a friend’s wedding today because we wouldn’t be back in Singapore on the date of his big day. I knew this would happen at some point. Being away means that you will inevitably miss out on on some of your friends’ lives. Just earlier this year, I flew off to Ahmedabad as my childhood friend went into labour with her firstborn. Last month, we went back to collect the keys to our new home (above is the view from our window) that we would not be moving into because, well, we wouldn’t be around to live in it.
I could convince myself that missing all these is not that big a deal, but that’s what worries me. When I’m in India, it is easy to pretend that whatever’s happening in Singapore doesn’t matter simply because I’m just so far away from it all. And I’m actually kinda good at that, which is why I generally feel peace, to the extent of finding respite when I’m back here. It’s almost like being able to escape reality, reality being whatever’s happening in Singapore. But I don’t want to pretend that these things are not happening or that they do not affect me!
I worry that if I don’t diligently keep up with the happenings in Singapore, I’ll just lose touch with all my friends. It’s difficult to stay in touch when you’re so far away. I now make it a point to catch up with people, despite never being the type to send a ‘How are you doing?’ text in the past. Because I still have a life in Singapore. Another life, it seems. A different one from the one I have here. And I don’t want to lose that.