My first day in Singapore felt odd. After dragging my two suitcases around town (and through an entire shopping mall – after all, this is Singapore we’re talking about), I temporarily moved into a sparsely furnished Airbnb room with sliding walls in a fancy condo at the heart of the CBD, Singapore’s business district. Upon arriving, my host had warned me that AirBnb was, in fact, not exactly encouraged in the building, and equipped me with an emergency plan should anyone ever question my presence – very reassuring. Slightly on edge and fairly exhausted after my first ever long haul flight, I sat on the sofa bed and sipped on a berry bubble tea I had picked up downstairs (my first and last; apologies to any bubble tea fans), not quite knowing what to do with myself next.
For the first time in a long time, I felt kind of…lonely. While my entire contact list was snoozing peacefully back in Europe, I wondered what the heck I had gotten myself into. By most standards, my previous life in London had been going pretty well.
So what’s a girl to do when you think you might have just made a colossal mistake? Continue Reading…
