Tomorrow, we fly to Singapore and then a few days later, on to Bali. I haven’t packed and I haven’t written or scheduled any blog posts for when I’m away. Sing it with me- procrastinaaaation! I’m pretty nervous because my very first full blown panic attack was at an airport. I have this irrational, lingering fear that it’ll come back the moment I step through Heathrow’s doors. To distract myself from the fear, I am focusing on how lovely it will be to be back in the Far East, to see old friends again, and of course- eat all my favourite food. A plate of Chicken Rice is worth the 12 hour flight, easily.
I’m not sure where my doughnut obsession suddenly sprang from, but there are worst things I could obsess over. One week, I got a Krispy Kreme. The next, a Yum Yum from the shop around the corner, and then last week I caved. A half dozen of Crosstown Doughnuts’ finest (I had an Uber Eats code to use) So maybe my gut is telling me to go on a London’s Best Doughnut quest?
Have you watched The OA on Netflix yet? Every episode had me all “what is haaaappening?!” It’s about a missing girl who suddenly reappears and the story of where she’s been and why- without giving away any details. We binge watched Season 1 and it’s a long wait for Season 2. I love the oddball gang of friends and hello, yes, that is Phyllis from The Office.
It was back to Blighty this weekend. Those home made baked beans are the nuts. As is the sourdough toast. Anyway, I had a ‘grown up’ moment, having breakfast, bouncing a delicious baby, with friends we’ve known since uni. It was rather nice- more please!
This weekend also felt like the beginnings of Spring. It was mild, sunny, and my garden was filled with birdsong. It’s only on milder days when my skin is trying to suck every ounce of Vitamin D from the sky, that I realise what a horrible blanket of blah Winter has been. And also, a bit like, yay made it through! Come on now Spring, I can see those daisies trying to poke through (but also I think oh, maybe they’re just weeds?)
Sometimes you have one of those days, where you realise that “Huh. This is home” Whenever I wander across a lovely shop front or find myself walking in an unfamiliar part of London, I still find it so interesting and exciting. I love this place. As much as I daydream about living in a roomy house in some cute street, I don’t know. I think I’m here for the long run (16 years and counting tbh)
As much as I hate flying, I am very excited to get to Singapore. Because I grew up in that part of the world, whenever I visit the Far East there’s a part of me that feels like “Oh, here’s the other half of me”
I can’t wait to see friends I’ve known since I was in nursery school. I can’t wait to eat the food that I took for granted growing up. The forgotten part of me wakes up and the ‘London’ me goes to sleep. I walk slower. I swap expensive trainers for black flip flops. My forgotten International School accent comes out. My makeup bag sits in my suitcase, rarely opened.
And then Bali.
I’m excited to explore a country I’ve never been to before. Indonesia already feels familiar, like a distant cousin to Malaysia, that I feel like we will get along just fine.
I haven’t decided if I should take my laptop with me or not. Thoughts? Switch off completely or keep up to date?
And about that travel time… Wish me luck!