It’s only been four months since our last trip out of town, and already it feels like four months too long. I want to see new things again and eat familiar (well, Singapore, you do offer many cuisines) food in foreign places. I’m tired of and from the heat, the breeze that only brings forth more warmth, the buses that ply the same scenery. Shopping malls with the same shops, people with the same outfits, Mondays with the same blues, Sundays with the same dread. Queues for food, queues for lottery tickets; pedestrians in slow-mo, customer service in slow-mo, tempers in fast-mo.
I miss missing this country, that’s all. And I guess, sometimes, travel is about coming home.