I am back in Coventry, as Daddy puts it "my territory". So its right back in the city I set out from some 3 weeks ago when I last finished my exams.
I must admit its rather surreal, sitting in another person's room, where it will be the final location of my preparation before heading back to Singapore for good; Dawoon's room shall be the location my mind, body and spirit will prepare for that journey back. It is a journey not just of 13 hours, but from the head to the heart as well; the journey of acceptance of a chapter that has just gone by.
As Dawoon's photos stare down on me, sharing snippets of memories, so too does my mind string out polaroids of memories that Warwick has brought me.
It is all rather surreal; having Mummy and Mei being here with me in Coventry, at Warwick, and as graduation beckons in 14 days.
Oh boy. As Mei says "ZOMG". Amen.
Uncle T
1 Jul 2009
28 Jun 2009
from london, with ambivalence. 6:38 am
I cannot wait to get back in front of my Mac; contemplate and type. It has been more than 3 days since I officially left independence behind after meeting up with the family in Paris. Do not get me wrong; its not exactly a bad thing, being with the beloved family.
Yet, there is still that part of me that yearns for the quietness when I desire, and the doing when I desire, where everything was to my schedule, my preferences. I find myself exhausted at the end of the day after all that interaction with the family. Again, its not a bad thing. But perhaps I just already miss that totality of independence and choice of solitude whenever I pleased.
But yet the sand keeps tipping into the space below and Time runs its course. Soon, I will be back in Coventry without me realising that my solo graduation has become a long-gone living memory which I can only relive through my pictures; I'm not even certain any other living soul would be interested in my trip.
And so it is. These are memories for me to keep and savour. Would always be nice to share it to persons willing to share in it. But till then, its learning how to be alone without being alone.
Graduation is coming up. Work and responsibilities beckon. Fingers crossed. From London, with ambivalence.
Uncle T
Yet, there is still that part of me that yearns for the quietness when I desire, and the doing when I desire, where everything was to my schedule, my preferences. I find myself exhausted at the end of the day after all that interaction with the family. Again, its not a bad thing. But perhaps I just already miss that totality of independence and choice of solitude whenever I pleased.
But yet the sand keeps tipping into the space below and Time runs its course. Soon, I will be back in Coventry without me realising that my solo graduation has become a long-gone living memory which I can only relive through my pictures; I'm not even certain any other living soul would be interested in my trip.
And so it is. These are memories for me to keep and savour. Would always be nice to share it to persons willing to share in it. But till then, its learning how to be alone without being alone.
Graduation is coming up. Work and responsibilities beckon. Fingers crossed. From London, with ambivalence.
Uncle T