It has been a long time since my last post, and lots have been happening with me since then!
I’ve been back to Singapore and back, and during the period of my trip home I’ve been to Malaysia three times and to Australia once – so much travelling squeezed into six weeks!
The trip home was rather interesting – it had it’s ups and downs. I saw Singapore from a newer perspective, as compared to what I used to see from when I still lived there. I saw it from an independent, grown student perspective (at least that is what I’d like to think). Seeing my friends that are still so heavily protected and sheltered by their parents shocked me – at 19, I’ve spent three years living in a completely different continent alone, adapting to the different culture and lifestyle.
I’ve grown to learn that independence isn’t just a joy ride away from home, but is a responsibility – it’s understanding that money can’t just be thrown away at every thing that I desire to have, but something that should be respected and used appropriately; saving for the rainy days. This has definitely given me a greater respect and appreciation for my parents who work so hard to provide for me while I’m still very much dependent on them.
With this in mind, speaking to my 23 year old friend whom said that she intended on living with her parents until she got married, without contributing to electricity bills while she did, shocked me.
I don’t know whether it’s unfair for me to be shocked at her words, because it does seem to be a norm in my generation whereby we don’t flee the nest until much later on in life. However, as a grown adult in the workforce that intends to live with their parents, wouldn’t you agree that you should at least contribute to your living expenses at home? Parents don’t work all their lives to pay for food and electricity bills for as long as you wish to impose on them, especially not after you’ve gotten a job, and especially because there is such a thing called ‘retirement’. Surely it should work the other way round where we start working and repay our parents for all that they’ve done for us. Am I not right? (I could be wrong though.)
But hey ho.
I’ve also learnt that living alone doesn’t entitle you to sit around and wait for life to change to suit you, but that it is about going out and finding things that make you happy. As much as I moan and bitch about how upsetting it is to live in England at times, I do think that had I never made the effort to integrate, I would not have made the friends I have now, and neither would I have participated in all the things I’ve done so far – LUSU Inbound being one of the most amazing university experiences I’ve ever had, as well as learning ballet! Something which I always wanted to take up, but was afraid of doing because everyone (especially mum) teased me about not being cut out for dance (which to be fair, I’m not but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy doing my crappy pliés and pirouettes).
In that sense, going home has shown me that I’ve grown to become more mature in my thinking (or more conservative, I don’t know. However, if we’re going with positives, I’ll stick to maturity). So in that sense, it has been refreshing to go home, I felt like that I not only got a break from (solitary confinement with myself in) England, but I also felt that I finally could appreciate myself more – since I could tell that I grew to become a better person than what I was when I left home – which is something I don’t do often enough.
I hope you’ve had a lovely summer, possibly one that was as enlightening as mine!
Wrap up warm for winter Fash, it’s starting to get cold!
your fave asian!