It gets painfully lonely and depressing during the festive seasons.
We spent two out of three new years here. Both were bitterly cold and quiet, without the sun, our family and friends to pledge their new resolutions with us.
It was a typical cold, silent night on 2nd January this year. We took our car and drove around in London. We found ourselves stopping at Westminster Bridge.
The Big Ben and House of Parliament, all lit up, golden in the black river, unaware of our lives. We reflected on our time here, and were still for a moment. We chatted and chuckled, retraced our footsteps at our wedding photoshoot and sighed at the unknown.
I looked at him, and realised, that however difficult it is to be away from Singapore, London will always be my home, somehow, because home is where the heart is, and my heart is with him.
Suddenly, it wasn’t so cold.