Coz of the Shifu, I got the chance to go US and take business class that’s fully paid for. 

New York City has always been a dream, since Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys’ times, and it was a shared dream between *her and me many years back to see Rockefeller Center during Christmas. We-ll, I didn’t really get to Rockefeller Center, neither is it Christmas, but sometimes, things are better left unsaid and closed in these circumstances. I thought I needed that closure, but turns out it was already closed, no need to intentionally close it. 

Being able to see all the museums (especially American Museum of Natural History, 9/11 Memorial, Art Institue of Chicago) and attractions (like Moulin Rouge at Broadway!) in both places, and of course visit the Hamburger University in Chicago were dreams come true! 9/11 held so much pain for me, not coz I lost someone, but of the memories it came with. 

I remembered I was in Crez, sec 4, when it happened, and it hit me then. When I saw the partially burnt and badly damaged fire engine, the tears just welled up. Perhaps just before that I had some unhappiness during the trip, and I didn’t quite say anything, maybe it’s knowing how dangerous the job was (all of Ladder 3 company lost their lives), or that it was related to that past of yours. 

And the food in US is really not for me. It’s mainly cold, and I’m ‘definitely Asian’ like what *x was telling me 🤣  I miss my hot food in Singapore, my bed, my plants, even my bidet 🤣 

And then as I was thinking of texting someone, received a text that kinda threw me off guard, or rather, caught me by surprised. 

Alrighty, taking the next 3 days to rest and recover from what jet lag I may get, leaving my laundry and luggages to unpack till tmr. I’ve watered my plant babies, vacuumed the floor, ate dinner, now doing my massage before my eyes close for good for today I think 😴