So we’re in Singapore now.
We didn’t really want to leave London. In fact, London and I had started to have a secret romance. The kind where you lie to your friends telling them you really hate each other but then end up texting in the middle of the night. You start thinking about your next rendezvous and frankly, you have just become attached.
But Husband had an opportunity that we tried to ignore and figure out a way around. In the end, we decided to go for it.
And you know what? I’m embracing it. I’m seeing it less like a break up between myself and London and more like a long distance open relationship. We can see other places. And maybe one day we will find each other again.
In the meantime, I’m going to explore Southeast Asia, eat as much hawker food as possible and try to stop picturing my life for the next few years as lived by some sort of expat character from a Hemingway novel. Oops, did I just admit to that in writing?
So obviously Texas On Thames isn’t going to work anymore. Because, you know. The river Thames doesn’t stretch this far. If you’ve got any suggestions for blog names, I’d love to hear it.
Help a girl out in the comments below.