Today I went to visit my first family in Singapore, to say goodbye. I stayed with them for about 7 or 8 months. They are actually very friendly, the house is nice and the location is perfect in Queenstown. However the young-me really wanted to be independent and stayed freely among other professional workers so I moved out from their house. But I still kept in touch with them.

The house wasn't much changed, my ex-room looked almost like 2 years ago, very comfy and homey. The landlady prepared delicious meals for me and forced me to bring some home. We sat and chit-chat together in front of tv. They wished me luck for my new journey, and I was about to cry.

Sometimes I just want to be at home, relax and settled. I'm tired of going everywhere searching for soul and life. Maybe life is being at home.