Departure Point

Sometimes, you don't need to always have to meet up with friends.

Even if it meant not having seen each other for about a year.

All it takes, is just one phone call.

And times apart are just as good as gold.

Saying goodbye to my best friend Agnes was very depressing. She had been a friend, a sister, even a mother all rolled into one for me in Edinburgh.

Poignantly, saying goodbye to her bore the significance of having to bid farewell to Scotland all together.

After about 4 years here, I'm finally able to say:

"Folks, I am coming home."

Working my socks off over the past fortnight resulted in the sweet production of my 243-pages thesis that I just handed in to my supervisor today.

And I think he's happy with what he saw. So the go-ahead for me to book my flight home.

Somewhere sometime over the next month, there will be one less lonely soul in Edinburgh, and one more happy family in Singapore.

But ironically now, I'm feeling a rather mix bag of emotions.

Maybe I'm just too overwhelmed with the fact that this is it, one major chapter of my life is coming to a close.

But you can bet I am darn sure looking forward to the next.