The world is my playground

I have decided to be a global citizen. I am starting to lose my definition of the word “home.” When I was back in Singapore, everything seemed so foreign. The people seemed weird. The landscape looked different. And I thought to myself, maybe because New York is my new home.

But when I got back, I didn’t feel the comfort I thought I would get from returning home. It felt… comfortable yet temporal. And I realize, perhaps I no longer have a place in my heart I can call home, except for the world at large. 

I have decided in the next few years of my life, I am going to make it a habit to relocate often, discovering new cultures and immersing myself into it. And maybe once in a while return to New York and Singapore to reconnect with my friends. 

But I truly see it now. My life passion – travelling. And that’s what I’m going to do. Which is probably why I am not freaking out from my inability to land a job in New York. Maybe it is time for me to move on. Maybe. And I guess only time will tell.

But one thing I know for sure. My new home might very well be on board a plane now. 

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