On my numerous trips overseas, I have always felt terrible to return to Singapore (the place I ought to call home). I am suffering from traveler blues.

When you meet someone special at an unfamiliar and frightening setting, the place transforms and becomes less threatening. Emotional connection and gestures make words unnecessary.

I miss Patong and the meaning it holds to me. I miss what I have left there. Maybe I am just being me, and am thinking excessively about what happened. It has only been 4 nights there (including the extra night from missing the flight). I don’t know. I am a fool.

Tirak tohar phom dai mai? Phom kid tung khun.