This is my third trip back home to Singapore since making a long overdue one in December of 2013.
My mother couldn’t be happier, though a more permanent return would have made her leap with joy despite her weak knees.
While I have always liked flying transcontinentally as it is a good opportunity to catch up on movies via the on-flight entertainment system, I never ever look forward to the humidity of my home country.
I was reminded of the change in climate stepping out of Changi Airport when the moist warm air embraced me like a father would a prodigal son. It does feel like home though.
We are all creatures of habit and that includes my mother. She has, at least 12 hours ago, been brewing a herbal chicken soup awaiting my return from a 24-plus-hour flight.
After setting down my luggages, I allow my tastebuds to take over all my other senses as I savor the bittersweet concoction.
Having lived in the U.S. for almost 15 years, I usually feel out of place when visiting Singapore. However, the familiar sensory experiences during the first two hours of arrival are always fun… like catching up with a long lost friend.
There are lots of catching up but I shall let sleep do her job at adjusting my body clock to a different time zone first. Goodnight.