I always think that my life is somehow similar to Singapore. Busy, with rapid changes and constantly moving, yet interesting. Where ‘busy earning’ and ‘busy spending’ are back to back. Where every little empty space is filled with unbearable thoughts of being somewhere else.
But then I came back there last week and saw it a bit differently. The city was less hectic and more homey as if everything was just meant to be there. It was strangely peaceful, yet pretty lonely.
As for me, the most important part of traveling is to experience, a journey inside and out.