/ 8:26 PM

Moving on...

3 weeks have past since I left Sweden and came back to this sunny island where home is. 3 weeks have past since I left my European fairy tale to be back to real life in Singapore.

3 weeks. And I'm still here at 0235hrs (local SG time) up and awake, not able to sleep, reminiscing good times and hoping every one well in their stride, wherever they are.

I'm still grappling with reality and how I am here and no longer there. 6months ago, some time in early January, you would probably find me in the exact same spot, in this very chair in my room, wondering how the whole exchange experience would be. Back then, I was a tad nervous about what was to follow, yet excited for what was to come through.

And then, 6 months later, here I am, in the exact same spot, on the same chair, in the same room, where everything in this room is in the same spot, the bed, the wardrobe, the mirror, the TV, the computer. But yet something feels strange, different, and surreal.

If you ask me at this very moment, I'd tell you that it all felt like a dream. A sweet dream that I wouldn't want to wake up from, and just indulge in every bit of it. Not wanting it to end. A dream in which I went through a wholesome experience of growing up, self-discovery, friendship, relationships and life lessons.

But this dream...it did happen. They happened for real, though temporarily.

For all those things that have happened over the 5months-plus in Europe, I wouldn't want to trade them for anything else. And all those people I met during my time there, and those partying, those good youthful times, and even the bad, the dramatic, the unspeakable (haha), I cherish every bit of them.

As I punctuate this chapter of my life, wishing I hadn't had to write a concluding entry about it, I guess all I have to say is this very adventure had been truly amazing, in every angle.

Now watch this space. I'll be moving forward with a foot still stuck at the back.

Much love,
Syida

/ 8:26 PM

Moving on...

3 weeks have past since I left Sweden and came back to this sunny island where home is. 3 weeks have past since I left my European fairy tale to be back to real life in Singapore.

3 weeks. And I'm still here at 0235hrs (local SG time) up and awake, not able to sleep, reminiscing good times and hoping every one well in their stride, wherever they are.

I'm still grappling with reality and how I am here and no longer there. 6months ago, some time in early January, you would probably find me in the exact same spot, in this very chair in my room, wondering how the whole exchange experience would be. Back then, I was a tad nervous about what was to follow, yet excited for what was to come through.

And then, 6 months later, here I am, in the exact same spot, on the same chair, in the same room, where everything in this room is in the same spot, the bed, the wardrobe, the mirror, the TV, the computer. But yet something feels strange, different, and surreal.

If you ask me at this very moment, I'd tell you that it all felt like a dream. A sweet dream that I wouldn't want to wake up from, and just indulge in every bit of it. Not wanting it to end. A dream in which I went through a wholesome experience of growing up, self-discovery, friendship, relationships and life lessons.

But this dream...it did happen. They happened for real, though temporarily.

For all those things that have happened over the 5months-plus in Europe, I wouldn't want to trade them for anything else. And all those people I met during my time there, and those partying, those good youthful times, and even the bad, the dramatic, the unspeakable (haha), I cherish every bit of them.

As I punctuate this chapter of my life, wishing I hadn't had to write a concluding entry about it, I guess all I have to say is this very adventure had been truly amazing, in every angle.

Now watch this space. I'll be moving forward with a foot still stuck at the back.

Much love,
Syida