while waiting for the bunch of people. i had alot of time to spare. was at pasir ris. so just randomly thought of walking to my old house..


that feeling was funny though. you know when you are so used to a place, you'll create your own shortcuts and routes on how to walk home. so i was wandering through my own made up route back there..



saw that the bus stops had a new coat of blue paint..
those familiar passageways.. those familiar playgrounds.. familiar bridge..
but other than that.. nothing much changed.



walked through the whole park.. the canal.. saw the old apartment from a distance..




in life.. there are so many things we got to learn to let go.
it may seem hard at first. painful. very painful.

but when you get the chance to revisit that place, and that memory, and that same pathway..
you'll realise how much stronger you've grown.
nothing changed on the outside.
but something changed on the inside.


a nice half an hour spent with myself.