I've been thinking a lot about autumn in Wisconsin lately...I miss ripe tomatoes and making salsa, the changing colors and the way the trees on Rib Mountain look when I drive past, and that crisp, chill -but not cold! - weather that's perfect for sweatshirt-wearing. It makes me think about riding my bike through piles of leaves, apple picking, and making pie.
The more I think about these things though, the more I realize that I haven't done very many of them during the past few years. Bike-riding and apple-picking all happened in college. Singapore is a lot different, but it's bringing with it a new host of experiences worth remembering.
I know I've talked about the stages of transitioning to a new place before, and more and more I realize I'm in that second phase where differences make themselves more apparent and you notice so often the things you miss: Taking cheese fries out of the oven. Sitting in the tiny wedge of space between my futon and the coffee table. Shopping at Target and Festival Foods.
It makes me a little sad to write about it...I've been in Singapore for almost 2 months and I think it's almost time to get a tear-jerker movie so I can have myself a good, healthy cry.
Let me say that there are so many things to love about Singapore too - the plethora of fruit juices, huge thunderstorms more often than Wisconsin could ever supply, plants and flowers and trees every where you look, and the wonderful community of people at our school. I'm curious to see what kinds of things are going to stick with me from here, the things I'll miss sometime far, far in the future.
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