Have left Copenhagen, and have been back in Singapore for almost a week now. Now that I'm finally done with pupillage applications, I finally have time to just sprawl on my bed and type this, instead of bumbling about preparing CVs and writing 2031347 cover letters.
Everyone asks, "So how, have you been missing Copenhagen?" My answer surprises me, even, when I say, "No, I haven't really been missing it all that much." But then again, I reckon it's because I've not had the luxury of time to sit around, lament and mope. So I guess all that bumbling about has been a good thing. But today, when I saw Erik's photo album on facebook, of all these familiar streets, I guess that I felt a sense of loss, kinda. Nothing melodramatic or overwhelmingly depressing, just a sense of loss which makes one sigh.
But it has been good to be back. It has been a year, so of course, many things are have changed. Orchard Ion has been completed, overshadowing the rest of Orchard Road with its florescent garishness, the parents have relented and bought us an Altis which although means that I have a car at my convenience, is a very different one from the previous one we had, the Braddell/Lornie flyover has finally been completed, BTC is filled with fresh-faced law students I don't recognise...
But yet, even though so much has changed, so much remains the same that its possible to forget that we've spent a year in Europe. I still order the same things at Al Ameen (mushroom cheese prata with milopeng), parking is still impossible to find in BTC, the young chinese acrobatic performers outside Takashimaya, the way ChompChomp smells (of sambal stingray), calls from Mum at midnight asking what time I'm coming home and my answer is always "soon", and the mildly crude yet comforting hum of Singlish all around.
