I’ve been traveling for a bit in the past month and so, I’ve been writing a lot about new places and experiences on the go. In fact, we’ve only just returned from a week-long trip back home, where I had the pleasure of meeting 3 new babies I had yet to meet, catch up with old friends, and attended one wedding and a funeral. Yes, all within a week.
I’d like to take a break from the travel blogging and just write about anything else for a bit. So this post might turn out like a random, haphazard train of thoughts – welcome to my head.
The year is coming to an end, and that usually gets people in a reflective mood. For most, this happens perhaps closer to the making of New Year’s resolutions, but I tend to reflect often and so it is no surprise that the end year reflective period comes early for me.
Looking back at the past year, I realised how much of my life has changed in a very obvious, in-your-face sense. I met up with ex-classmates, whom I haven’t seen for a long time, at the wedding I attended. Naturally, as all people do in these situations, they asked what I was doing now. Usually these questions are answered with jobs and such, but now I say, ‘I’m living in India.’ My life has also changed internally. Not many will notice this change. I have noticed that the outlook I have on life has changed, improved, to be exact. They say that spending time overseas helps you gain more perspective on your life. I’m not sure whether that is the case. What I’m sure of is that getting time off the daily grind provides you the time and energy to sort the rest of your life out.
I’m still grateful everyday for the opportunities to travel and to learn to live on our own. It’s not always easy to live away from home, but now I have grown to appreciate the respite that comes along with not having so much stuff going on around you all the time. My pace of life has slowed down considerably, and the Singaporean in me still cannot come to terms with that. This is what 26 years of fast-paced city life will do to you.
Regardless, never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined my life to be what it is today, and I am eager to know what the next year will bring. I wish I could write a letter to my younger self to tell her that she would receive all these blessings, but I think she want enjoy the surprise and reaction when it all happens.
I watched Sex and the City on the plane back. In the movie, Charlotte, who already had a happy family life, found herself pregnant despite being told by doctors that it would be difficult for her to conceive. She expressed a sentiment that I’ve been feeling for some time.
Nobody gets everything they want! Look at you, look at Miranda. You’re good people and you two both got shafted. I’m so happy and… something bad is going to happen.
She was worried that something bad was going to happen during her pregnancy. Just as I am worried that something bad will happen to me or my loved ones or something because everyone needs to get their fair share of bad things in this life. Does anyone else feel this way?