Est modus in rebus

(Warning: This is a very very late night spot of rambling

triggered by …. just a picture)

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Pangs still come once in a while.

Despite the current happiness!

Pangs and longing to live in another city,… now… now… NOW.

New York, I blame it on you.

I need to go n.o. w.

I deliberated on burning my ticket back home to stay in NYC for a while,

y’know. If I had thrown all caution to the wind, and sodded commitments

(some, I still have some), I’d have stayed there for as long as I could have,

hopefully find a job.

That would be quite something, wouldn’t it?

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Chatting with my good friend Khim about 2 months ago,

we talked about living and working in other cities, (as we are wont

to do).

The lucky girl has had the good..the great fortune of living

and working in KL, Sydney and London … Three Wonderful, Awesome Cities!

And there may be more in store!

Among my friends right now I’d say

both of us share the similar urges and pangs to explore different cities.

And we aren’t talking about a month or two.

“I spenda coupla months there I’ve LIVED there woohoo!”

Well…        n . o .

Not really.

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For me it’s been KL and London for me, (I don’t count the sojourns in

Singapore and Gibraltar somehow, even if I did feel I lived there

for quite a bit in different times of my life)

To live in a city, to really know its alleys, its history, little quirks and

day-to-day lessons, … that’s quite something else.

The buses (what number and to where), the main streets, the most

popular spots or beaches,

the park you go to when you want to read,

the shop you get

your sandwiches or teas from,

the slightly crazy person on what side of what street ….

these things you learn

when you live in another city.

Travel is not quite the same, despite its obvious wonderfulness.

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The pang, the immense urge I have right now … it’s all about living in

a big, grand city.

One where I can walk or bike everywhere,

with an old-school or excellent tube/subway … one with a river

(I miss the Thames) … one where I can take long ass walks by myself

and be the happiest person alive just doing that.

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I’m working on it, I’m working on it.

In a year, if all goes well, I’ll be somewhere else.

I’ll be discovering a new city, God Willing.

Travel just pales in comparison at the moment for me, I guess.

It’s money saving and planning time.

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For you younger ones who just don’t find the urge or will to move

and explore ….. ah well … one day you may find yourself unable

to move anymore, when you could have … and then what?

I have friends who say they wished they did it when they

had the chance.

Because you can always travel, drink yourself silly wherever

and so on and so forth, but to live in another city -

that’s quite something else.

To know another city, to really breathe it in …. it’s like

nothing else in the world.

 

Seize the opportunities now, if you can.

xo