Back Again... ...
I lived my tai tai life while I was back in Singapore for a month. It is a luxurious lifestyle but pretty cumbersome to maintain... hahaha... Anyhow, I got my wish and here I am back in the middle east.
In some many ways I am glad to be back. Home was exciting and never a dull moment but at times I felt as though I was a stranger looking at what's happening around through a looking glass. It felt so surreal like I no longer belonged to the life back home. The world around was spinning so rapidly, people rushing from point to point and here I was totally out of rhythm and beat. Yet when I hear the familiar chatting of the hectic life, the no ends of stuff, I count my blessings and remind myself how desperate I had been wanting to walk away from it all.
I saw a production on "Stranger at Home" while I was back and it struck me as how similar the emotions were when I left home. It had come to a point when life in Singapore became predictable like the weather. It was a matter of rain or no rain. There was such desire to get out of this well and see the world. It isn't that home isn't good enough. In fact if you ask me, Kuwait isn't like Singapore but I find the life here endearing. For one, I felt renewed. I found myself and I wondered how long I have been lost really. So there's not much entertainment here, men are somewhat perversed, working culture is alot different.. but that's experience isn't it?
However, the most amazing thing I realised was when I got back to Kuwait, back into my man's arms, I know I am home.
In some many ways I am glad to be back. Home was exciting and never a dull moment but at times I felt as though I was a stranger looking at what's happening around through a looking glass. It felt so surreal like I no longer belonged to the life back home. The world around was spinning so rapidly, people rushing from point to point and here I was totally out of rhythm and beat. Yet when I hear the familiar chatting of the hectic life, the no ends of stuff, I count my blessings and remind myself how desperate I had been wanting to walk away from it all.
I saw a production on "Stranger at Home" while I was back and it struck me as how similar the emotions were when I left home. It had come to a point when life in Singapore became predictable like the weather. It was a matter of rain or no rain. There was such desire to get out of this well and see the world. It isn't that home isn't good enough. In fact if you ask me, Kuwait isn't like Singapore but I find the life here endearing. For one, I felt renewed. I found myself and I wondered how long I have been lost really. So there's not much entertainment here, men are somewhat perversed, working culture is alot different.. but that's experience isn't it?
However, the most amazing thing I realised was when I got back to Kuwait, back into my man's arms, I know I am home.
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