Two weeks is all it took to establish a social network in Singapore: a mix of new found lovers struggling with the realities of their new found cohabitations, long distance pairs separated by the temptations of new cities, and those who already view Singapore as a springboard to somewhere bigger, and more relevant. A place to meet old friends, and see their familiar problems. You digest a great meal, and a series of similar conversations: yes, Shanghai is awesome. No, I can't quite articulate why.
Everyone is new: they look to you for answers because you've lived far from home for a while now. You offer your only piece of wisdom...it’s hard, but it's more exciting than being at home. You talk marketing and advertising generalities. You feel wise, and immediately feel old. You realise something: you know more than you realised.
Yesterday, it dawned on you that this is what you always wanted. You travel, you see and know cities far from home, you have a wider knowledge, you get to move and adapt and adopt. But you always want what you can't have. Those stabile and sane have their loved ones; their mortgages and their limitations. Those free and easy know foreign horizons and interesting skylines, but they drink in hotel bars and lonely hotel rooms. There is no right answer, no correct path. But you hope you can forge a middle ground, or at least do something that matters. And you meet people you know could work, but you live in other places. Similar interests, different country codes. Maybe you’ll visit one day.
Good luck often accompanies bad timing. Maybe this will be the year you have it all. Or not. At least you’re having fun, for now. And that’s not such a bad thing.
You listen to the movements in the street below.