Category Archives: Singapore

Celebrating SG52

It’s so strange to me that I was here for Singapore’s 50th birthday two years ago. At some moments, it feels like I’ve been away for ages but tonight reminded me that a year really isn’t that long. Just like two years ago, I celebrated National Day at Gardens by the Bay, which I’ve written about a few times.

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While still exciting and patriotic, SG52 was much calmer than SG50. Far fewer people and much less hype.

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We were able to actually move around freely to watch the nightly light show . . .

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. . . and take in the fireworks.

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We also ate Middle Eastern, Malaysian, Chinese, and Singaporean food at Satay by the Bay. We felt pretty darn inclusive in a country that spends National Day highlighting unity.

Here’s to another year, Singapore!

 

Singapore Living

I’ve had a few emails and personal messages asking how I’m doing, what I’m doing, and what my life looks like. They say that a picture is worth 1,000 words, so here are four pictures that will hopefully help satisfy some curiosity and allay any concerns about my well-being:

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Cool mural outside a coffee shop I’ve yet to visit around Bugis
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Masjid Sultan on Muscat Street in Kampong Glam
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East Coast Park
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Just before the rain at the ArtScience Museum at Marina Bay Sands

And in case those pictures weren’t enough, let me also say that my people here have been as good to me as they always were. In a lot of ways, it feels like I never left; in others, it feels like years have passed. I think I’ll be exploring that grey area between foreign and familiar for some time, but that’s just fine with me.

Back to the Beginning

I left Singapore's Changi Airport this morning after 32.5 hours of travel. Half an hour later, I arrived at the hotel where I'll be staying for a couple days and took a shower in the pool locker room because my room wasn't ready. My primary objective for the afternoon was to stay outside as much as possible in order to keep myself awake and to let natural melatonin do its thing.

Immediately upon leaving the airport, I realized a year away means a lot in terms of memory. For example, I'd forgotten that they drive on the left side of the road here, a legacy of British colonialism. I forgot that no one knows how to walk in a straight line, that people actually wait for the crosswalk light to change before crossing the street, and that escalators are for standing (strictly on the left, of course). Additionally, I forgot that you tap your subway card on the way in and on the way out to calculate the fare and I forgot the subway map altogether.

So many people smoke cigarettes, which I'd also forgotten, and it's gross. And yet, I knew exactly where to find the closest money changer and where to get a new SIM card. I remembered the location of certain stores in a mall I used to frequent and was able to recognize new ones.

It's weird that I was gone for a year . . . and it's weird that I was gone for only a year.

I felt somewhat similarly in Rochester this summer. There were certain things about driving around town that I'd just forgotten. I'd forgotten how certain neighborhoods blend into each other and the names of different streets that I used to know. It's unsettling that after spending so much of my life in that one place, a lot of it was gone, replaced by new pertinent information like all the local and express stops on the 4, 5, 6 trains in New York.

I expect that it's going to be the same in Singapore for a little while. There's definitely some adjusting to do, but it feels good to back.