“Home” must be one of the better national day songs, and every time I touch down in Changi that song always plays in my head. This is home, truly, where I know I must be, where my dreams wait for me… well, not quite.
My dreams did not wait for me. In fact, as self-absorbed as it sounds, most of my dreams died when I left Tullamarine. Cuz, there is not much dreaming left to be done. Life feels strangely un-expectant.
Normality isn’t even normal because something inherently has changed. Home is still home, but family is different. Friends are still friends, but the feeling of detachment can be overwhelming at times and the ghost of Simmel hangs in the balmy Sentosa air.
In the end, I am just “a triangle trying to squeeze through a circle/ She tried to cut me so I’d fit”. There is much emotional resonance to the chorus of this song ‘Scar‘ by Missy Higgins
And doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
and the picture of my favourite coffee place says the cliched X amount of words.
so I guess, this is home, truly, where I know I must be.
The Caffeine Junkie and Her Escapades 
hugs* i know how that feels dear~!