A couple of years ago I came across the notion that on the last day of your travel the sunrise is the most beautiful. From then on I have tried my best to catch the sunrise on my last day of any journey. Watching it makes you feel incredibly accomplished by seeing the rising of the early light on the last day.
I had wanted to come to Singapore for years, but was both too scared to make the financial jump and the suffer the insecurity of not having a job and being alone. But then after I went through another relationship breakup I finally realized that I had wasted enough of my life on "what ifs." So I started planning my trip. It felt like many things in my life came slowly into place after that - a vacant apartment, a cheap plane ticket (thanks to my mom), a finished job. However there was one thing that that didn't fall into place - a new relationship. I never felt so lonely in my whole life as I boarded the plane to Singapore via Japan. Yet, from that time alone I learned the most amazing things about myself that I will never forget or regret. But my trip is not just another "Eat Pray Love" autobiography, even though I did do a lot of similar soul-searching. This trip was the end to my quarter-life crisis. This trip was my answer from God. This trip told me who I am, past, present, future.
As the sun rises on this new day, my last day, I find myself kind of at a loss for words about this feeling I have. Its not really accomplishment, its not love, its not a belief. Its just warmth. Its what the sun does, right?
I am still unemployed. I have used up a good chunk of my savings. I might have created unnecessary stress and drama. I didn't do all that I had set out here to do, but... There is always tomorrow and another sunrise.
Thanks for reading. :-)