Coming... Home?

I’m starting to feel it… The first couple of days were great being back, I mean I was just organising my room and recovering from jet lag and being with my family and meeting the church people and things like that, but it’s been a few days now and… I’ve come to realise that while I survived the last couple of days being back, I left my heart in Africa.

I have 2 choices now: mourn that it’s not with me, or bring it back where it belongs, because unless an angel flies me to Africa, there’s no way I’m visiting any time soon.

Boy, is it hard. I took a public bus for the first time in 10 months. On the way to Whitesands with Melvin, I inhaled air polluted by sweaty students for a half hour. On the way home, a little boy sat down next to me and I had to curb my desire to start playing with him. It just might’ve been weird.

It’s the first time I feel this way. I’d never wanted to be away from Singapore. Never wanted to study overseas. Never wanted to be away from friends for a long time. But now there’s nothing more that I want than for me to be out of here.

I’m home, but I’m not at home.