These migratory birds will soon take a rest from soaring across the skies to a temporary place where they will wait for the passing of seasons and move again. These days, I feel like one of these birds. I’m back here in Singapore for the long weekend (thanks to the Chinese New Year) and tonight I’m leaving again for Australia and continue my studies. This is the third time and I thought it will be easier. But every time I leave Singapore, our house, my husband, I feel lost. Flying without knowing where the safest place to land will be and when the seasons will be friendlier to me.
I asked my husband whether he considers Singapore our home. He said no. He has a gift of optimism and that I will explain here. He told me not to be sad and not to think of leaving home because our home is yet to come and he assured me that it will be in Australia where I can do my studies and at the same time he can continue working for his company or get a PhD as well. Home is where I will be and where he will follow soon. He is right. Home is where I am and where he will be. It could be temporary or long-term. It is not a country or a flat; home is where we are both together. I should not be sad and I should not get tired of flying even for thousands of miles more. He is my home.
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