July 2nd, the final date I head back out to Stanford. Before all the things that happened to make me delay my flight date for three times, I was looking forward to flying out of Singapore - a lot. I missed the nice cool weather with its lack of humidity, the rather laid-back life of a graduate student which gave me more time for occasional intense neural activities (simply thinking), and the living independently away from home.
But 2nd July tugged at me, constrained me by the wonderful memories I had in the past eleven months in Singapore, and the wanting-to-leave-Singapore feeling vaporized. The eleven months re-lived in my mind: the powerful and thought-provoking Christ evoking lessons during our Christian group meetings, the frequent night gastronomic outings all over Singapore courtesy of uncle Wee Kiat and Shawn, and the love and strength displayed in the difficult weeks before my mother's operation. I wasn't looking forward to leaving anymore. Thoughts churned like the washing machine, but alas, time went on it's relentless march.
8:30 came. I waved goodbye from the other side of the glass wall like so many other times in the past and yet feeling so different now. Eleven months ago, I came back to Singapore an unbeliever, I left Singapore a baptised Christian. Praise God!
The beloved Uncles (from left: Uncle Steven, Uncle Wee Kiat)
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