Someone asked me recently I think, or maybe I imagined the question, I can’t remember. My memory seems to be failing me of late. But I was asked if I could choose, where would I want to live. Honestly, I can probably think of several cities that I love and would enjoy living in, temporarily for a while, maybe months or years. But I haven’t really lived that long in a different city outside of Singapore to really know the difference, yet I think right now, my preference, despite all my gripes, is still Singapore.
Almost on a daily basis, I get frustrated by the crowds that seem to be making our little city state smaller than ever. Every each way that I turn seem to be crowded and so we are frequently subjected to bad rush hour conditions where trains are packed, roads are congested, and even in the malls and streets, you can’t walk a short distance without having to side-step someone who may be blocking your way because they are walking too slowly or walking a fashion that is oblivious to the surrounding.
I complain about the high costs of living that leads me to the constant problem of balance I can’t find in life. The want and desire to break free of the chains of loathing against the need to earn a livelihood. Sure, we can definitely survive on less but the question is, do we can to do so comfortably?
Laments about the weather never cease. After so many years, I still can’t acclimatise to it, and when I’m outside I feel that it’s too warm but the moment I step indoors, the excessively cold air-conditioning sends chills down my spine instantaneously. It is no wonder that we tend to fall sick so easily because the body just isn’t tuned to adapting so quickly to temperature changes so often during a day.
Yet… I am still thankful for Singapore and what it contains or not. It is my home and as of now, I would like to think that it will always be my home. The convenience of this tiny little red dot, the general sense of safety, and in its own unique ways, the beauty of the little things that I enjoy when I am not overwhelmed with self-pity over my own predicament.
It is a general past-time to complain and grouse. We see it so often in and out of social media. Facebook and Twitter seem like platforms for people to air their frustrations, and even when we engage in banter with friends or acquaintances, it isn’t unusual that the topic turns into a complain session of sorts, about the city, the authorities, and so on and so forth. I think the majority of us, or so I think, are still thankful for being where we are, although there are some, maybe a growing lot, who are eager to pack their bags and leave. Despite that sometimes, I feel like a foreigner in my own home country, I think migrating overseas will not make things any better. At least I am privy to complain about anything back home, but if I were to move somewhere else, I will have to put up with the xenophobia of the people there, at best, or suffer the consequences of racism or intolerance. It is not news that such occurrences happen in those cities that people think of when they want to relocate.