Kien Lim

not to be mad. Well, not entirely anyway.

I was just speaking to my flat mate and she said she was going home to Australia. She missed it. 4 years of being here was enough. It did not beckon her to stay. She found herself on her own most of the time. To meet friends here, one had to make plans, to make the last tube home, to arrange days ahead, sometimes weeks. The spontaneity and informality that were commonplace at home, non existent.

I feel the same about going home. After 30 years, this is still not my home. My roots have not taken to this soil.

I’ve posted about this before. I still wonder if it’s just a trick of my mind, or are my emotions true.

I’ll be home for 3 weeks in November. Perhaps I’ll have a better idea then.