My 31st story refuge
As I sit above bubbling water on a pagola swing, on the 31st floor in the closest thing I have to a home here, I like the view I see. I can see the ocean, the outlying islands; the lush, albeit highly artificial landscape of Sentosa; the tips of the CBD’s skyscrapers. I can see container ships and a farm of steel shells no doubt filled with a newly arrived expats’ comforts from back home…wherever home is, or was. As I sit here, I can hear the soft, soothing sound of flowing water subtly drowning out the dull buzz below…
I sit and I watch and listen and I think, and I can’t help but feel an itch begin to worsen. A new adventure is calling, and a new home will soon be made. It’s time to describe a new view, absorb different sounds, feel a different breeze…have a new beginning. There’s something temporary about this city - a non-committal air to it all…a sense of surrealism. Dream-like. No longevity.
As I sit above bubbling water on a pagola swing, on the 31st floor in the closest thing I have to a home here, I realise it’s time for something that feels real. It’s time to be scared again, to be excited…It’s time to fall in love with something new…
