desire is a strange thing.
For the longest of time, I have been wanting to leave Singapore. To live and work in another country.
I prayed about it. I longed for it. I so badly wanted it.
I got it.
And now, I have a strange inertia about the whole thing. I'm trying to find the latest possible date that I can fly out to Sydney.
Suddenly, I find myself extremely reluctant to leave.
I have gotten comfortable here. I have gotten so much closer to my family. I have renewed old friendships. I have gained new ones. I have so many amazing and valuable relationships that I find extremely hard to let go off.
Things will never be the same again. Then again, things never remain the same. Why would this be any different?
I just know I'm going to miss my family and friends back here in Singapore so incredibly much.
Leaving is never an easy thing.