I’m one step closer to independent living.

I’m frightened. It will be the first time in eleven years that I’ll be “living on my own”. I know it’s the right thing for me. Maybe this is my chance to grow and discover new things about myself. I wouldn’t have to worry about what my partner needs or wants. I’ll have to worry about myself and what makes me happy.

I’ve chosen an exciting neighbourhood to relocate to. I think it’s one of the most authentic places in Singapore. Some may describe it as seedy… but I’d rather look at it is something real.

Which is exactly what I’m looking for right now. I want something real.

PS: It’s obviously a very personal time for me. I’m hoping with newfound independence I’ll be able to write more stories about my life in Singapore. More “me time”.