Dashes.

I've always hated an uncertain future. But ironically, that's what makes it half fun.

The anticipation. The longing. The sudden intake of breath as you suddenly do not know what is going to happen to your life and how opportunities suddenly abound again for you on the horizon of the unknown.

But then, I settle too easily. So people tell me.

I get comfortable. I get lazy. I lounge. I wallow. I complain about things in my life that I never do anything about. Because in a sick, twisted way, I'm actually happy that I'm here. I guess it could be worse. Huh.

I sometimes feel like the hamster at the back. Yeah...running the same race, same wheel, same butt in the face all day. 

To say that I'm desperately searching for happiness isn't quite the truth either. 

Plans to remain in Merlion City seem like a possibility for now, especially when I was looking to get out of here. I think its my nomadic instincts. I never stayed in a place for longer than two years after I got out of Dunners in my 3rd year of uni and I think I'm struggling to see the sense behind staying here longer than I should. Of course, there's more commitments now and suddenly packing up and going isn't as easy as it used to be. 

But where to go from here? Huh. I haven't a clue.