There’s a feeling that’s the inverse of homesickness, when you come home and remember all the reasons you left. Singapore gives me this feeling, this sort of sickhomeness, in spades – it’s as pervasive as the humidity.
This newsletter might give the impression that when I’m in Singapore, I do nothing but take the MRT from one hawker centre to the next. This isn’t far from fact, since I was practically predestined to love eating. But I’m also making a pilgrimage without a destination, trying to distill homesickness from sickhomeness.
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