The weather at home, sweet home can only be described as hot and muggy. It is virtually impossible to go through a day without being bathed in perspiration at some point or another. Wonder if others who returned from abroad share my sentiments.
But Singapore is still the place where I grew up in. Or maybe anywhere else can be home, as long as one adapts. Searing temperatures? No problem, design a nice cooling home with appropriate materials and ventilation. Buy suitable clothing. Get used to it.
Went to the market this morning with Ma and Pa - it's a nice routine that is faithfully repeated everytime I come home. To be back in the heartlands is kind of comforting and reassuring, perhaps in the sense that at least some things remain the same. The fish and meat vendors upgraded their fridges and cleaned the stalls more often. The veggies don't smell as earthy anymore and prices in the hwaker stalls have been raised by 50 cents - $1. But the old aunties and uncles who banter and chat with Ma remain the same. I've always admired Ma for her ability to put anyone at ease and in a good humour (even Pa) and she is my role model for interaction with people - sincerity and good humour are welcomed anywhere in the world.
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