Yep so it’s been a pretty cool time in Singapore. And I finally left last week. I honestly didn’t think I was strong enough not to cry in front of all my friends, but I managed to hold it in till the plane. I was really touched by all my friends who came to see me off you have no idea. Who would’ve thought I would be so reluctant to leave. But seriously, I never knew how painful it was to be letting go of so many things at once. I miss all my friends, the family, the baby, my room, my books, the sun, and the swimming pool. Don’t forget me too soon.
It’s cold here, and I don’t really know anyone yet, so things have been a little unsettled. People are insanely conversational here, and it’s puzzling to the point of being a little disturbing. My room is cozy, with a tiny walk-in closet and all the usual things in a dorm. The kitchen is friggin’ huge, and there’s a large plasma TV in the lounge. I shall steal it on the way back. Canberra is really puny, and it’s really quiet. But lordy, things ain’t cheap. Some Chinese guy in the city center ripped me off a simple meal of mixed rice for 9aud. The place is called Dai Ho. Don’t go there. Also, I have stocked up on food to last me for the next week. Literally. If a tornado comes, I’ll be able to survive on my supply of instant noodles, cookies, chocolate, pasta, coke, orange juice and soup for at least a week.
Everything is so confusing now. But at least distance has a way of making love understandable.
