I’ve been missing Singapore a lot lately. The last time I fell in love with a city was when I went to Hong Kong for the first time when I was 15. Granted, it was the first time that I had left the country, so I could have been just as enthused with a jar of dirt had someone said it was from a hill in Greece or something.
But there’s really something different with the way that I fell in love with Singapore. My first couple of trips there were spent mainly as tourists, seeing everything and visiting all these places, but it was in my last trip that I was really able to take my time, and soak it all in. There was a full day that I just walked and walked and walked by myself, looking at everything around me, and it was the first time that I ever really saw myself living anywhere else but Manila.