Blame Taylor Swift

July 24, 2020

To quickly set the scene, I'm listening to the newly released Taylor Swift album right now. Somehow it made me reminisce the really good moments in my life.

As I looked back on the time I lived in Singapore, I'm reminded of the amount of times I have used Changi Airport as my home airport. More than an airport, it was a place where I had experienced a plethora of strong emotions--The intense excitement from a start of every adventure, the equally strong feeling of post-travel blues upon returning, the immense anxiety of getting held in the immigration interrogation room multiple times (it's a long story, ask me in person and I'll tell you about it,) the pain of saying goodbye to friends who have decided it's time to leave the transient place, the even more painful heartbreak of hugging the person you love for the last time in a long time. Changi houses a memory collection of that small city-state that I will fondly remember throughout my life.

The fact that most form of air travel are restricted right now has only increased my longing for literally the best airport in the world. I don't know when I'll step foot on it again, and I thought it might be good to write about it so I can process this emotion better. It must be the Taylor Swift songs in the background because now I'm just a pure mess, tears streaming and snot uncontrollably dripping.

I thought of writing a list of the things I miss about Changi, but I'll leave this here for now. As with anything, short and (bitter)sweet posts are sometimes enough.

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