Hello again, blogworld.
I applied for a library card for the first time since university. A library recently opened at the mall opposite where we live, where a Daiso used to be. Small matter, but it made me so happy.
One of the pleasures living in Singapore is the community libraries. They are lively, volunteer-run spaces with activities like story hour for kids, twice-monthly board game meet-ups for teens, and interest groups for seniors. The one opposite us has a “makerspace” for children called the Tinker Truck, which my son likes to look at (he’s way too restless to actually sit down and craft). I volunteered in a few libraries before, shelving books and helping grandmas make their way to the computers. Once, I had a mom co-volunteer at a new library opening in Sengkang. Most of the time though, it’s students. They need the volunteer hours.
I read somewhere once that life after the structure of school is one long stretch; it’s only too easy to let the years run into each other. We lose track of time. I have this great fear of waking up fifty, sixty years from now wondering what the hell I’ve done with that finite resource. Hence, signposting — purposely engaging in meaningful experiences that make their mark.
So this past year, I decided to switch careers. Unfortunately that didn’t quite work out the way I hoped and I had to execute an elaborate Ctrl+Z in real life. Thankfully that worked. Started over, but in some ways I’m fielding a new character.
I also started formally learning a language I’ve wanted to study for a while. It’s early days — my grammar is shitty and I only know a grand total of 150 words — but I’m pleased to say I know exactly what 你要的爱 means without looking it up on Google Translate.
The rest of the time, my signposts generally take the form of a bucket-list trip. Hubby and I backpacked in October (more on a later post). I also just came back from a short “just us” trip with my siblings, our first since 2012 before I got married. This time around, it’s my Ate’s turn, so this trip was kind of her hen party too. We had enough time for a day trip to Universal Studios (HP Wizarding World y’all), long train rides (I liked these the most), and slumber party questions over twee liqueur bottles. Being with them was my pocket of calm in between thinking about work and my usual worries, and for that I’m grateful.