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I woke up to the strangest dream this morning: my mum, dad, and sister were "in a house" (which house? Somehow I assumed it was somewhere in Singapore, but it couldn't be, could it?), and we were moving to Australia. It was a pretty abstract dream about moving, running around, packing this, anticipating that (including sage advice like "eat lightly *before* flying somewhere new, but then eat heaving *once* you get there, preferably at localtime lunchtime"), and generally a whole lot of packing boxes and an impressive number of possessions (mm, possessions).

But the reason I woke up confused was two-fold: firstly, because I have a very dim memory of moves at all (it was usually done by movers while I was at school, except for the last one, which was Bangalore to Bangalore. That one I remember); in fact, it's likely that the dream was an extrapolation of my moves within Singapore. And secondly, because I'd clean forgotten just how much fun moving somewhere was. I remember reading a book as a kid which had a very pretty description of someone moving from one place to another, and I was nervous enough as a kid that moving elsewhere always seemed a fine opportunity to leave all my worries behind, so it had that going for it.

But there's also all the other fantastic stuff about being a kid moving from one home to another. There's so much to get done: you have to careful denude the house down to its whitewashed walls and barefooted floors, exactly as you found it when you first moved in; all the memories have to be carefully sifted through and brought along to your new home; everything has to be in a box or in its shoes and ready to move out when the call goes out. Then it's a cab ride, airport trip - eat lightly! - hop on a plane, and - before you have time to miss what you've left - you'll be somewhere you've never been before.

Labels: moving, reminisces

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I'm a little down right now. It might be that our likely next living place is kinda depressing. On the inside, it's much like our present place, except not so much in terms of furniture. It's bigger, though; and kinda prettier in its way. On the outside, though, it doesn't compare. No 7-Eleven across the street, no pretty green patches to walk through right outside your door; likely, no cats snooping around randomly. And the location! Here, we're sitting at the intersection - practically - of Ulu Pandan Road and Clementi Road. OMG! Buses up north to Bukit Timah and Bukit Panjang, buses cross town to Orchard and the City, and south to work and college. This new place, it's tucked away somewhat, with buses into Bukit Batok centre, from where you reroute to all across the island, or atleast where-ever Bukit Batok buses go; sometimes, you'll need to get to Jurong East to reroute somewhere interesting instead. Also, the topography is crazy: hills behind us, buildings in front of us, large green patches every which way. Disappointing, I'm sure.

There's also a certain lack of movement. Is this what it's all about? All this time, and I'm moving sideways into more of the same, except it's not even pretty any more. And more importantly, movement to and from both work and college are going to be hampered somewhat; I'm going to have to work much harder just to keep doing whatever it is I'm doing! Sigh.

There's good sides to this too, I'm sure. I'm going to keep fantasising about getting my own pad. I'm going to keep fantasising about getting out of here, or rattling things up somewhat. And this isn't something millions of people around the world don't do already! And it is a change, even if for the worse, and change is always good. No?

Labels: apartment, life, moving

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