My first day as a homeless soul in Singapore

Hi everyone. After eight awesome-months of holiday, I'm finally back to Singapore, my second home for the past 5 years and counting. While it seems that I have grown accustomed to the lifestyle in Bandung, it turns out that I didn't feel as horrible as I thought I would upon stepping my foot into this beloved hot-and-humid city. In fact, I'm quite excited to see what tomorrow has to offer here, with all the upcoming busyness as a university student and all. God is good, indeed.

My beloved hometown.

To be honest with you, yesterday was one of the worst days I have had this year. Since the morning, I had been frantically searching for a room to rent in Singapore. Why I still have nowhere to stay ONE DAY before my flight is a long, long story. To make things worse, I felt myself falling sick too, perhaps from compounded amount of stress and over-thinking. As if that was not enough, I received another bad news in the afternoon, which turned my world upside down. I was tired, sad, disappointed, and simply had had enough.

Fortunately, I somehow managed to survive the tough day. When I woke up in the morning, I still felt horrible. I literally closed my eyes, hoping that things would be different when I opened them. Then the bitter reality dawned on me: I'm going back to Singapore in a few hours.

This place wouldn't look so fun anymore if you have lived here for 5 years, trust me.

On the plane, I happened to get an inner seat just next to the window. I'll tell you a secret - I couldn't withhold tears from flowing. It sucks to remember all the good things that once were, and compare them with the stark reality that awaited me in Singapore. On the plane, when I listened to the song Payphone by Maroon 5, which carries a personally fond memory for me, it was just too much. Couple it with the fact that I still have no shelter in the land of the lion, and imagine how awful I felt.

Thankfully, no feelings last forever. As soon as I got off the plane, I already felt much better. Perhaps it's true that the best way to forget a painful memory is to keep ourselves busy with other thoughts. By the evening, I was feeling much better, and am getting better as each second passes.

Thankfully, no feelings last forever.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna go to my new university, National University of Singapore, to settle some administrative matters in the morning. Later on, there will be an introductory session to the Engineering course at NUS, which I have signed up for. Let's just hope things will keep getting better for me here. I will survive!