My BFF guy friend met me for tea today. We don’t meet often, we don’t even talk that regularly. And yet, as ever, I had such a wonderful time. I can talk to him about everything, and I do. Childhood is a tree, once shared with the precious few, the roots dig so deep.
We have known each other for 30 years. What’s it like to be at midlife, I asked him. Fantastic! He said, You? The best time of my life! Then we sank back into our seats, beamed at each other, congratulating.
Yesterday, I went back to the National Gallery with my female BFF. We both love art. For 4 years, we sat side by side in art class, painting- apples, oranges, flowers. We exchanged gifts. We do this every year- tell each, no need, no need, don’t buy; and yet each Christmas, we each give each other something we know, the other will like.
A calendar! I said excitedly.
Yay! Either horse or dog?
Yah! Hahahaha, how did you guess?
The Singapore that I love, resides in the unsung landscape of my heart.
It resides in its historic quarters, in the buildings that remind me of another time.
There were others that came before, immigrants from afar.
They give me context, especially when I feel alienated in a city that relentlessly powers on.
I struggle with living in Singapore.
You’re a free spirit, Tam. BFF (male) said.
And Jon is a long-suffering spouse!
In a few hours, I leave for London again.
This time, I’m cloaking myself in all the love that has been heaped on me, in a week. All the kindness, the joy, the laughter shared… Ah, we, the citizens of Singapore.