At this time four years ago, I stepped out of Changi Airport and into the balmy, rainy night of Singapore. Everything, from weather to transportations to people’s accent, seemed so foreign. Did I fall in love with this place then? Do I now? I honestly don’t know. But it’ll always be special in my heart. It’s been exactly four years; I can call this place Home. My definition of Home may be disputable. But to date, one fifth of my life has been spent here. How can I ignore this simple truth that this place would remember some of the most important years of my life?

I was so young and ignorant when I first came. Bold and curious, I explored the places as if I was the great conqueror. With a bottle of water and a street atlas in hands, I wandered around Orchard Road, Chinatown, Little India, and so forth; I loved sightseeing. I remember one day, early in the morning, I took the MRT to Raffles Place, walked out of the underground station and to the riverside. Sitting on the bank of Singapore River, I enjoyed the cool breeze and gentle sunshine before the temperature ran up later. The riverside had a beautiful view. The museums and galleries were very much in classical European architectural style. The pubs along the riverside were colorful on the outside walls like a rainbow across the water. The sky was clear with fluffy clouds. I stood there still, taking them all in, and lost myself in time.

Four years passed in a blink of an eye. I’m no longer that ignorant boy. This place has changed so much since I came; I’ve changed even more. But there are always some things that never change. Things I believe in. Things I dream of. Things I chase after. Things I strive for.

In 64 days, all the good, old days will only and uniquely exist in my memories.