Fin

It's been two months since I left Singapore, and it really seems so long ago, so far away. I've settled into my new home well, and am enjoying work and life. Of course I do miss plenty of my old life, but the new one is fitting me quite nicely. With the internet, friends and family aren't that far away, and already people have come to visit, and more are scheduled.

I've tried to blog, but I can never seem to find the right words. I don't remember why I started to blog, but the result was a mixture of catharsis and indulgent navel-gazing. It was me finding the me that was buried from the years spent in a place where I didn't feel like me. It wasn't just the geography, it was the confluence of circumstances and situations.

It was, what it was.

Eight weeks isn't a long time, and yet it's an eternity. I've done so much, more than I ever expected of myself, and uncovered so much more I could do. And that's what it is all about, it's about the challenge, it's about growth, it's about me being the me I thought I was and could be.

Can I ever go back? I can, but I will go back a different person. No, no, it's still me. But it'll be a me with a better sense of me. This blog is me, but not the me I am now. So instead of waiting to find the words that fit, I've come to realise that in all likelihood that no words will ever fit. I have words that fit somewhere else, I don't know where, but it's not here.

Three years to my first post, this blog has run its course.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.