Feeling bit nostalgic tonight. Should go to sleep...but just don't want to.
Desmond is coming home on thursday, after spending a good five months in Ireland. Gosh! Europe is soooo beautiful! Exactly how I pictured it to be in my mind. (As though I was there like that. Haha) I was looking through his pictures. It's really beautiful... And I am so glad that he loved it there and enjoyed himself tremendously. Instead of just being an inquisitive tourist there for a few days, he got to slowly explore the place. My biggest dream ever. To live life elsewhere for at least a year or more. Which I believe, will come true some day. =)
I was thinking...he must be having such mixed feelings about coming home. Sure, he must miss us and his friends and the familiarity of home and the food here. But the incredible friendships that were forged overseas, the beauty of NOT living in a bustling city, the well-behaved dogs being walked by their well-behaved owners (quoting Des), the little intimate village and its people, the beautiful weather, the leisure pace of life and the picturesque beauty of the place must be sooo hard to leave. I know I would find it hard. So really, if God-willing, I hope he gets to go back some day.
Is Singapore so bad? Actually not. I love that it's safe here. But it's just too densely populated and I hate the humidity here. I guess it's the typical "Grass greener..." thing. Des says europeans love the weather in asia, thinks its exotic here and the city life. *Groan* I hate city life. Everyone's rushing here and there, and we are all brusque. Blah. But...that's the price we pay for modernisation and globalisation. But I digress, my point is; I would love to visit Europe. One fine day.
Kate's been stringing sentences, and it's really amazing to hear her talk. The only thing is she has a really stubborn spirit. Sigh. These few days, she's been really driving me up the wall. But, within a split second, she will do something that will either; 1- Make me laugh. 2- Warm my heart. Children. They've got all of us wrapped round their little finger.
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