When I started blogging in 2003, I lived in Singapore, where I’d been all my life (except for the occasional bit of travel). It was home for me, but I was itching to go away, to live somewhere else for a change. So I moved to Chicago for J-school at Northwestern University. I didn’t think I’d feel so foreign there, having grown up on a diet of American TV, and Singapore became more home to me than ever. Then I moved to Washington DC, made some good friends and caught up with all the bits of pop and political culture I’d missed, and felt almost at home, if not for bouts of longing for Singaporean food here and there. I even attended Obama’s inauguration on that freezing January day and felt as proud about America’s first black president as if I had actually voted.
But having been in America for awhile and seen most of it (yes, even Iowa), I soon felt like I needed another adventure. So after a short time of regrouping in Singapore, here I am in Ireland. Dublin, to be exact. I don’t know if it will be another home to me. Already, I’ve started trying out recipes for Chinese soups (if not to satisfy my Asian belly, then to warm my unacclimatised self). But everybody I’ve met so far has been lovely.(A store clerk actually recommended I go to another shop to get a better product ‘cos the one in her store was crap!)
If I really think about it though, my home is rooted in my family and best friends, which is all over the world. America, Australia, Singapore and now, here.
