Instead of writing regularly, I took off without a word on a month-long trip. Once home, the post-trip me was reeling from jet-lag and withdrawal symptoms of the lion city. Before I could pause to breath, the little one began her kindergarten while her second set of molars threaten to push through. Therefore, sleep has been rather wanting for all of us at home lately. So yes, it's been a crazy few weeks.
I can't believe I just said that, calling Germany my home. Or to be more precise, calling this little cosy pad my home. Singapore is where I was born and grew up in while Germany is where I start my family. The old familiarity and easy intimacy with my home country is of course undeniable the instant I touched down in Changi Airport. But, to be back in my own apartment, my own bed, my own bathroom and not living out of a suitcase, that is equally unbeatable too.
Talk about stuck between two worlds and the odd occasional feeling that I belong to both worlds and yet, at the same time, not belonging anywhere.
