When chatting with my colleague this morning, I suddenly recall this interesting conversation with Sheen when we first arrived -
Boy: why do we need to walk so much? can we take our car?
Ma: this is london, our car is in Singapore.
Boy: then why do we come here?
Yes, sometimes ma also wonder
why we leave our nice new car in SG while we have to depend on the unreliable tube here.
We left our spacious apartment behind to live in this tiny flat.
I ditch my nice and cosy office to be in a workstation.
J put his cushy well paid job on hold to be full time father.
i can go on and on... but what purpose will it serve?
I know I will probably be stoned to death by the English if they see how much all the complaints i have. To many colleagues, £2300-a-week prestigous address (never mind how small) & £22K international school is big deal.
But there must something more than that facade.
OK there is probably a couple good reason to come in the first place. I should go back to jog my memories of the initial dreams of coming here, and continue to chase that dream.
It hurts to think about what we are losing out in our home country but hurt only last as long as we allow them to. If you continue to drag the home cultue around, you cannot enjoy the new experience, like toilet paper stuck to the shoes, or so a wise man said!
For now I have to help myself to get out of that tailspin, and get my family to enjoy the ride with our spirit of adventure!
PS: do drop me a note or 2 if you have anymore wise advice!