The LOVE sign outside our temporary housing at Lanson Place seemed like a cosmic sign.
Yesterday marked one week of living in Singapore and each day I’ve learned something about the city or my relationship or myself. It’s been overwhelming with one task after another and I realized after the fourth or fifth day that I was just doing and not feeling. Continue reading
Last Wednesday, we landed in Singapore at 6 a.m. and “orientation” was scheduled at 10 a.m. with lifelong Singaporean Samantha from Santa Fe Corporate Relocation Services. During the tour, I felt exhilarated and terrified like one of the kids on the psychedelic boat ride in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Continue reading