Okay this is giving me goosebumps. I may not have written an entry when I first moved to Singapore in 2009 but I did wrote an entry when I moved to a new apartment in 2011. It's been a decade and I can't believe I'm still writing my thoughts here. And honestly I don't plan to stop anytime soon, though I am thinking of starting an art journal, still I won't abandon this.

I'm moving to London next week and tomorrow is officially my last day of work! Wow I'm just having a flashback on my time in this country. I lived here for a decade and that saids something. This is the place where I:

- First dreamed to move to another country
-  Married the love of my life
- Got my first full time job
- Bought my first designer bag - Philip Lim Pashli 
- Went to Europe for the first time. London to be exact 
- Lived on my own then later moved in with my boyfriend who is now my husband.
- Worked for a big company
- Really got into fitness
- Stopped eating meat and so much more.

Thank you Singapore for the dreams, for the love of my life and for leading me to London. I'm forever thankful for all of these wonderful, memorable and life changing experience.

Goodbye Singapore. I will see you another time.

I've been doing a lot of creative stuff lately; scrapbooking, drawing, creating a website, listening to creative podcast, reading art books etc. I've surrounded myself with so much of these lately that new ideas starts popping up; things I wanted to do and explore and I wasn't sleeping as much because I was having fun.

And I don't think I've ever surrounded myself with these much before. For 8 hours, or more, a day I go to work while counting down the days when I get to move to London. It was a long wait, a hard one and now I get to move. People kept asking me if I'll be working there and the answer is no, not yet. I'm taking a break from the 9 - 6 job...

Because I've been given permission, this pocket of time in my life to be who I wanted to be. I wanted to be an artist. No let me rephrase that, I am an artist and I want to live it fully. I'm thankful that my husband supports this. He could have said otherwise but no.

Then it got me thinking. Why do we need permission to be who we wanted to be? To do what we wanted to do? As though there's a need to explain ourselves because our situation doesn't allow it or some may think it will stir us to a wrong direction. For me I get to be creative on the side, doing hobbies but not all day, maybe for a few hours after I get home or on the weekends. Even then I'll be so tired to be doing anything and I just want to rest and catch up on TV shows.

That is why I'm savouring this moment and to remind myself that I have to bold, to brave, to challenge myself, to not stop and to keep pushing forward. Even though I'm not sure about what I'm doing or where it would lead me, I just need to be true to myself and have faith that it would all work out okay.