Wanderlust

Having travelled extensively in the last 5 years of my life (okay okay, its just to Welly, then to Wangas, then to Merlion City) after doing my usual two year stay here, I'm tempted to move on. 

I always tell myself and the people around me that my life is merely beginning and the world is still my oyster. But at times, when you've started working, it gets to a stage where you wonder if this is really just all there is. I know it's not. There has to be something out there.

Oh, I could travel far and wide to across the reaches of the far known world. Canada, anyone? Or the States? Where will I choose to settle my wings down for the day, the month, the year? I do not know. It's just as bad as playing a game of darts but with using a globe instead of a dartboard. 

So exciting though. I wonder where Life and where I would take myself next. 

***

The storm gathers on the horizon and the distant rumble of thunder is not unlike my stomach when it's looking for food. 

It's quiet now. 

The only sound I hear is the clicking of the keys beneath my fingers and the hum of the printer. The cleaner is in the office, somewhere, and I can hear the rustle of the garbage bags as she cleans up for the day. 

The gentle patter of rain signifies the heaviness of the heavens as they unleash their fury on the earth below. 

And I sigh as I forget that I have no umbrella for today.