May 15, 2011 17:24
I think that the only time that i get out of the house is when I escort my brother around the country? Yesterday i had to pick him up from tuition; it's in the heart of Little India.
Walking through Little India reminded me of last year - it's really been almost exactly a year since I embarked on travelling through the U.S. and Canada. Like the young ang moh tourists here, I dragged heavy suitcases through the heart of tourist districts to dingy hostels. It's the same all over the world, huh.
But I'm still longing for the freedom to discover lovely and exciting new places abroad. This morning I had a dream about backpacking in North America, and I had planned it all out too - Boston, NYC and DC.
Oh for the time and money to go back to the States. I'll always love this tiny hot island as home, but America has a special place in my heart.