I finally went home last Tuesday, after more than a week in Kent Ridge Drive. I’m not exactly a home-sick person; I wouldn’t long to go home too often. I guess that’s when National Service really trained us well. But I will have to agree that Home still offers the best comforts in many situations. At home, I do not have to face the atrocity of communal hall food – mum still cooks the best food. At home, there will be no awkward encounters of meeting up with people you don’t feel comfortable with. It’s intimidating and alarming to survive in this wretched society where we experience disappointments from others as much as we subject others to the same disappointment we created.

Still, hall complements my needs. The privacy of having my private space; the proximity to my friends; and the freedom to experience life alone in the replica of Singapore society.

But it is in my hope that this rough patch will strengthen me. I wouldn’t have known my friends better if it weren’t for the recent relationship chronicle; I wouldn’t have realized my need for God’s grace too. Although this is not exactly what one will hope for, I guessed it fits in perfectly some how. Charleston preached about loving our problems and obstacles in times of adversity. Definitely not an easy feat. I told my friends around me that I will bounce back from these crap; it will take a while before I start embracing these problems ahead, just give me a little more time.