Every story starts somewhere, but most don’t begin fully formed. They begin like this space — unwritten, waiting, holding more questions than answers. I’m still navigating my way through the design of this space.
Right now, these pages are empty. No categories, no archives, no long scroll of thoughts. Just a blank space asking me to fill it. I’m still in Singapore, still figuring out the route that will take me to my next destination. In a way, this blog is a mirror of my life at this moment: open, uncertain, quietly expectant.
I don’t know exactly what this space will become. Maybe it will hold the details of my move — the packing lists, the cultural shocks, the small triumphs of finding my footing in a new country. Maybe it will hold the things I don’t want to forget — my family’s quiet gestures, the familiar hawker scene.. the feeling of home under my skin. Or maybe it will surprise me entirely, unfolding into something I can’t yet imagine.
What I do know is that I want this to be honest. Not just the big moments, but the slow days, the doubts, the little joys that never make it into official timelines. I want to write as things are, not just as I wish they’d be.
For now, this blog is unwritten — but so is the next chapter of my life. And I think there’s something beautiful in starting them together.
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