Thoughts on a packed rush hour morning train

Hello. I've finally escaped from the Waiting Place, into the land of suits, ties, and high heels. I still wonder how I end up here. Six months ago, this was unthinkable to me. I had plans but apparently, in the end life always has its own plans for me. So what's the moral of the story? Don't worry, don't plan too much, let life lead you to new places.

I wonder if I would really like this job. I wonder if money would eventually be the only driving force in my working life. I wonder if I would ever make friends again. I wonder if I would be more hollow a person. To tell you the truth, I'm really scared.

Yesterday, I met some old friends; from this year onwards, we would have different titles and occupations attached to us, we have finally become a full-fledged adult. I am really thankful that after all these years, I still have these guys as friends. They are one of the two best things that coming to Singapore has given me (the other one being the opportunity to live independently).

I have two little tuition kids. They are so cute, I like them and I think they like me too. I brought them to my place last Saturday because their parents asked me to (they wanted to go out for a few hours and didn't want to leave their kids alone at home). Maybe I actually can be a good aunt to my niece and nephews; I feel bad sometimes that I see them only once a year.

I miss learning languages again. I miss the joy and excitement of going to language classes and being lost in the world of new words and grammars and cultures. I hope I would have enough free times again so that I could do things that I want and be a person I want to be.

I have wanderlust. Once I can, I would take leave from work, pack my backpack, and buy the next ticket out of here.