I want to be able to be a mere road trip away, not two flights and one stopover, away from home.
I want to be able to get jump the car and drive back when my mother needs her daughter.
I want to be able to be there to celebrate my grandmother's birthday, and my uncle's 30th wedding anniversary.
I want to be able to fly to Bangkok or Bali on a whim, and not have to spend (at least) 500 bucks on plane tickets just to get to the international terminal orto go to a good friend's wedding.
I want to have more than one Indian restaurant to choose from.
I want to be totally overwhelmed by choices, and not have to do soul searching every time the question of "Where to eat?" arises.
I want to be first, not last at the Zara sale.
I want my parents, brothers or cousins to spend a holiday or weekend at my house should they so wish.
I want to be able to do all of this with my weekend:
- Visit an art exhibition
- Watch a play in the theatre
- See the philharmonic orchestra
- Browse a flea market
- Shop at a hypermarket
- Drive to Malacca for popiah and shopping
- Take macaron baking lessons
I want to be able to consult another orthopaedic surgeon.
I want to be able to go shopping/for dinner/physiotherapy without bumping into colleagues.
I want to be able to drive and lean my head on AK's shoulder in the car without a colleague telling me about it the next day.
I want to be able to see my ex-schoolmates more often and make friends outside the office.
I can honestly say, after five years, I hate it here. I hate it here more than ever.
I am sick of small town, culture-less living.
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