I know I am not young anymore when I actually took this long to get over the trips back to Singapore and then DC. Granted that I am in no hurry to recover. I realise that I stop rushing through life anymore since, unlike before, my life does not just begin on weekends or public holidays or those 3 weeks of annual leave…

It’s really good to see family and friends and pets again. Some things just don’t change: Billie still pees when he gets excited (and perhaps a little more this time since we have not met for 7 months), parents are still as eager as before to feed us, we are still the last group to leave restaurants, goodbyes still take forever, we still like to dig up the hilarious past no matter how embarassingly painful it is (the only thing fair about such exercises is that no one is spared), I still lose handphones in cab (it’s a gift I know). But Singapore has moved ahead of us a little and sometimes I have to agree with Ken that it’s hard to feel nostalgic about a place that keeps changing.

There are hundreds of pictures to sort through and to be posted but I am wondering, what’s the hurry?