Good to be home 07 April 2009

Going into the final day in Singapore, I wanted some sort of resolution. I think I've watched too much No Reservation with Anthony Bourdain and expected some sort of poetic, well-scripted conclusion and for the most part, I didn't get that. But I got something. The final night consisted of some arcade and then down to the Hooters at the Quay for wings with three friends I'd made during the last month. It wasn't a big, grandiose occassion -- instead, it was three buddies shooting the shit over beers and wings. We stayed out until about 3AM, long enough for me to decide not to sleep ahead of my flight back home.

While on the plane, I was able to really give this topic some thought. I was able to really sink my mind into what I had originally wanted, what I got out of, and what I remember from my month in Singapore. In the end, it wasn't about finding any sort of meaning or purpose or even closure. There is no closure between myself and Singapore and I don't know why I was looking for any. Singapore was a major part of my childhood and the last five years of my life, and this extended trip solidified the fact that it will always be a part of my life. As I said to my friend when he asked me what I got out of it, it finally sunk in that I can call Singapore a home.