This time last year in Boston, I was finishing my MBA, gearing up for the first of many wedding events to come, and anticipating the final "honeymoon period" before re-entering the real world. I fondly recall the string of farewell events leading up to Harvard's Commencement: the home-cooked meals, garden BBQs, student meetings, faculty pep talks, and in particular, The Ordination to Daily Work, a 30-year old tradition to pray for and celebrate God's calling among the graduates. Without really searching for it, I had found a home away from home.
Truth be told, I've felt rather homesick since then, an irony now that I'm closer to "home" than I'd ever been in over a decade. It wasn't until a recent trip north to visit my parents and grandparents in Malaysia, that I'd felt known once more (even if they sometimes forget that I'm a married adult now!). Since returning, I've realized that my heart is with the people I love and I'd been lamenting the loss of close community despite the relative ease of settling in Singapore. I know I'll still face the occasional pangs of "aloneness" with our conflicting work and travel schedules, but I am grateful to have a lifelong partner and family with whom I can just be myself.
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Thanks Jeff. Don't be fooled by the tropical paradise label. Since April, we've had an abnormally wet season, the recent Typhoon Chanchu, an erupting volcano (Merapi) and earthquakes in Indonesia - where I'm working on a project till Sept! At least I’m off to Bali for a “work event” this weekend....
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