See you later, East Coast

After 2 years in the East Coast of Singapore, I’m finding myself having to move house away from the East. My lease ended and because of timing of me traveling so much this month, I find that I don’t have the brain space to look for a new place. Luckily for me, my friend Erica, gamely agreed to lend me her spare room for as long as I’ll need in a more central part of Singapore.

And though I’m looking forward to seeing a new part of the city-state, I’m also super sad to leaving the East. I really felt like the east was a place I could call home. From the food-packed streets to the fact that I had neighbours who were friends. To the proximity to the park, it was a good place to be.

The routines and the bus routes and the hawker center uncles and aunties who memorise my orders. The late night walks and runs and drunken crawls home. The stones throw distance to the church and the KFC I could count on. The pool and the tennis court and the gym that I sometimes used.

Still, life is short, and Singapore is tiny, I should probably look forward to exploring the new neighborhood when I do move. And as cheesy as it sounds, it’s not goodbye, it’s see you later.