I am very tired.
I suspect a lot of expats in Singapore are saying that at the moment, especially those of us with children at the schools with academic years that end just before Christmas.
The closer it gets to our flight back to Australia, the more tired I become. I am short-tempered about things in Singapore that usually only mildly irritate me and I’m almost severing my tongue when the girls are in the car when I’m driving. “Indicators! Indicators would be good here! Pick a lane. Any lane! Just pick one!” Feel free to insert curse words of your choosing after every second word.
I had thought that the supermarket and I had finally come to grips with each other. I had fooled myself into thinking that I had the system worked out, but now doing most of the grocery shopping at Fairprice Finest, nipping over to Foodie Market Place or The Butcher for quality meat, and then heading to Cold Storage (or Jason’s if I’m feeling rich) for the imported stuff the other places don’t carry just seems tooooo hard.
I want to go to the one supermarket and buy everything I need all at the same time.
Who knew that this would now seem like a luxury to me?
I don’t want a veritable United Nations of fruit and vegetables in my shopping basket. I don’t want fruit and vegetables that have frequent flyers miles. I want to eat a nectarine that only recently left the tree it grew on. I want to choose between kipfler, russet and all the other sort of potatoes I’ve forgotten about, as opposed to being limited to the one sort of potato on sale here.
It’s not just food. I need to see a sky with no high-rises. I yearn for the sound of lawn mowers. If I close my eyes I can smell rain on freshly cut grass. I can taste the salty sea air as I imagine walking along the beach near our beach house.
Clearly 11 months is too long without topping up my Familiarity Tank.
NB: I am fine, just yearning for the familiar and needed to vent.