wootsome

Every year it seems a little different, coming back to everything that I have chosen to leave behind. In exchange for the slated career path/ good money, I've found personal fulfilment and control over my own life that I possibly could not have if I had remained here and do what my peers are doing. I've learnt to appreciate my country, family and friends and I wonder even more how I can fit right back in come my (inevitable) return one day. I don't belong there for sure, and neither really so here. My foreignness, magnified in the smallest of things when I can't stop myself saying "ni hao" (你好) to store assistants/ strangers or my bewilderment at the speed of change in singapore. Meanwhile I'm trying to figure out my singaporean identity too, somewhat that includes growing up with a unique dosage of taiwanese/ american/ local tv and what it means to me. 

ps. My line of thought isn't really that clear right now partly cos it's 5am and I haven't slept one bit in view of chinese new year traditions... nevermind I'll work out the kinks later.