Nemo is one of the reasons why I'm now in San Francisco. Not to add to the misery that is on the other coast but I'm just not a winter type of girl. (Exception: give me a snowboard and I might not complain as much.)
It's Chinese New Year and it's just as well that it has traditionally been nothing much more than an extended holiday for me and my family, given that we've got virtually no relatives with us in Singapore. I haven't been home for CNY in five years anyway (holy moly that is a fifth of my lifetime). And I must say that I have never been a fan of blaring shopping centre CNY music.
But still, occasions like this make me pause and consider how far away from my roots I have been drifting, on this side of the world worrying about the weirdass concepts of snow storms and filing taxes and nurturing Californian succulents and having no easy access to asian veggies besides baby bok choy and making friends in a city that isn't mine, a country that didn't grow up in the same way that I did.
It's really strange when I think about it. It's been five years away from home.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett