On My Way Home

Alone for 6 months, the friends and people i met,

the cities, towns and culture i experienced,

it was worth it all.

worth it because i knew what it meant to come home,

to Singapore, where my ability of expression is natural and comfortable,

where i missed everything that i had not opened my eyes to treasure before.

as i trodded past the streets of Florence, its beauty was captivating.

sure, but not overpowering my urge to envision my way home in a few days time.

pisa was the last, it was quick.

as everyone leaned and the world flew by, i was almost on my way back after 6 months.

it felt as if i was just 100km away.

and soon it was time,

for the annual National Day Parade, all too familiar.