Here I am again, at my comfort zone. In a house where I don’t need to worry about food on plate and dirty laundry or room.
For how long should I be here, I don’t know. I haven’t even bought a ticket back to Singapore. It’s like I’ve been home for so long I almost forgot how Singapore looks like.
I think I have to convince myself to just go, to just dive in, to just step out and face it.
I’ve done it before when 4 years ago I came into Singapore, without anyone, without knowing anything. I survived.
But I dunno if I want to prolong it…
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