1 year in Singapore. Still very much a fool. But started learning to love myself – so far so good.
I didn’t know what pinched me this afternoon and made me realize: it has been 1 year since I’ve arrived in Singapore. I flipped through the pages of my journals, through the letters I wrote but never sent, all the blog posts never published, and tears flooded my eyes. I’ve never ever talked so much to myself. I’ve never ever changed so much.
I’ve changed my hair (it got shortened 4 times), my body (lost, gain, then back to normal), my temperament (the art of idgaf), some traits (money management, responsibility, patience) – then to learn how to be unapologetically who I am. I was depressed, lost, haunted, until I was content, found, present, and felt like I was awake for the first time.
Thanks to the huge amount of monologue content almost weekly, I could quickly trace the journey of this past year onto a graph. I also make a living drawing graphs.