feel like home

friday night, i made an appointment to see a run-down condominium behind my favorite hill in singapore. of the numerous homes that i've been to i've been somewhat saddened by the various stages of neglect. it could be that once a space starts to feel like being "lived in" an eyesore just becomes tolerable and forgettable.

i also realize that the price that i'm paying for a home is not only about the bricks and mortar or the location or the state of the market frenzy, it's also about the worth of my option. an option to give up searching for a better alternative. it's not much different from waiting for the one and believing that there is such a thing as a soulmate for life. and as in life, i'm willing to wait it out.

friday night, after the viewing, i walked up the paths of the hill - praying ... that i shouldn't worry about the material comforts of a home; that, like the lilies, i would find a field to blossom in. i realized that the hill is where i belong. i sneaked into one of the buildings and went up to the highest floor (i was trespassing and i was nervous!) sea breeze and tranquility greeted me, they told me that home is here. i'll wait for the time when i can build my nest on the hill.

{letterpress poster and postcards - they feel like home - from i am still alive}

~exp~