finding home.

home is a 4-letter word. i left it somewhere.

and now i'm in a place that's so familiar, and actually honestly, easier to be in. but of course, there's something.. off.

don't get me wrong, i'm happy. i'm always pretty happy and at ease, yeah? and the job search is going! the wheels are grinding, and i'm moving with the world. i don't exactly know where i'm moving to per se. but things get done. days pass. slower, and hotter than they did before, but i have tonnes to do all the time, which helps me not be restless (a good thing).

i continue to befuddle myself with difficult questions like.. 'what do i really want to do?', or 'how does one search for a passion?', or more recently, 'What is the one question to ask to find out if someone is close to their parent(s)?' and sometimes there aren't answers. i came up with an answer to the latter, but who knows with the first two? It's all a great, big mystery. and i don't have time to be sad about not knowing. all i have are my two typing hands (for all online applications) and some brain cells to figure out where to go from here - where to go look for 'how'. (see how la!)

right now.. i'm fed. and pretty happy. food (can be) so good and cheap here. i got a plate of rice with 3 dishes (stewed vegetables, chillied long beans, and pork with scallions) for S$2.50. i heart food places in Singapore. next up for my day.. get down to business i suppose. maybe a nap. we'll see how. haha.

cheerio.