I thought that I'd be happy to leave Singapore, but now that it's time to pack up and go, there's this familiar tugging at something deep inside that makes me drag my feet.

 

Is it a fear of the unknown? The thought of having to be independent? I don't think so.

 

I think it's the ties that bind my heart to that of so many others. Separation (though temporary), it seems, not only makes the heart grow fonder. It also causes a retrosternal squeezing sensation (not to be confused with a heart attack), and lacrimal activation. Comfort is found in the knowledge that the God that holds my tomorrow in His hands, has hands big enough for the whole world and then some.

 

Well. See you in May.