Coming to the end

Now that I'm about 2 months away from the end of no-pay leave, there is this whole big mixed bag of feelings starting to churn...

First, the missing begins. Uneventful (in terms of social/entertainment/makan scene) as this temporary home capital may be, the quiet calm, safe surrounds and rugged natural scenery, with its relaxed pace of life and friendly neighbourliness bring a certain sense of stability. Weekend drives to explore nearby towns and vineyards, short getaways to Sydney, evening strolls by big lakes, afternoon hikes up vast nature reserves... these, I'd miss. Our first car, house (albeit rented), friends made here, even the once-a-week rubbish and recyle collection, will be fondly remembered.

Then, there is the stressing. Readjustment to good ole Sg. Its humidity and weather aside, the space (or lack thereof), the guardedness, the competition, the presence of an increasing no. of non-citizens who may not appreciate similar norms...? Work resumption - happy to be earning some moolah again but worried if I'd still be in form and on the ball. How the husband will adapt, how our schedules will plan out, how this move will shape our future plans are questions that wait to be answered.

For sure, I'm excited to come home to family and friends, and to the amazing range of super-accessible, good cheap local eats. Am also looking forward to visiting the much-talked about Gardens by the Bay. Just can't deny though, that the anticipation comes bundled with a bag of apprehension.

Good luck (to us).