... I can fly.

It has been 8 months... since I last boarded a plane. I miss that carefreeness whenever I carry my 10kg worth of load on my back, not knowing what's next or whose next that I will meet? I am addicted to that feeling, that excitement and the element of surprise in life. Almost everyone asked me what's next after my contract ends, I could only smile at them and reply,"A holiday?" My life has no routine, I'm not saving to buy a HDB flat in Singapore or hope to own a car... My life doesn't revolve just around Singapore and I am sure it won't. My best friend loathes my lifestyle or at least I think she does... not sure whether she's envious that I didn't have to care as much as she does about material possession or perhaps she's worried that I can't seem to commit to anything in life. Well, I would love to but I haven't found this something that I'm prepared to give up everything to commit to, unfortunately. I am like a bird who has left a cage and found my wings... I would still come home, but just don't try to clip my wings :)