Sydney, Singapore, expat life, places, nostalgia
It began with the wrong MRT station. We were staying on Orchard Road. Dhoby Ghaut was two minutes away. Instead we walked ten minutes in the wrong direction and took the longest route possible. Not one person told us. Every time we passed that Holiday Inn for the next four years I laughed.
On coffee without sugar, a wok full of vegetables, and the city that quietly changed me
We arrived in Sydney in 2015 and I bought a second-hand fridge that had its own philosophy about temperature. What it taught me about improvisation, adjustment, and making a home somewhere new.
