Singapore

When it rains…

Rainy days in Singapore.

It started raining on my walk through a park in Singapore. I was in the herb garden when I could feel it in the air and see the darkness in the sky that it was coming. I tried walking home in it, getting soaked. Until someone saw me sheltering myself under an overhang and pointed me to the nearest metro stop.

Gardens in Singapore

Gardens in Singapore

I ended up spending five nights in Singapore, one more than I had originally planned. Partially because the rain, that just kept coming, made it difficult to really do anything or plan to do anything and so I kept waiting it out. And partially because, well, I’m lazy, and couldn’t really figure out how to get out of there. So I just put that off.

Nonetheless, I ended up visiting some temples…

Temples in Singapore

Temples in Singapore

Temples in Singapore

Temples in Singapore

Temples in Singapore

Temples in Singapore

And walking through Chinatown.


Chinatown in Singapore

Chinatown in Singapore

And going out with my friend, who I’m forbidden from talking about, to check out the views, to get dinner and beers, to watch wrestling at a bar.

Singapore

And not going to any whore houses. Or karaoke bars.

And finally figuring out how the hell to get out of there…

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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