Why all my pretenses of not being an eccentric miserably failed in Singapore

(caught by SPINE and a fair dose of Clean Language)¹

here is the picture that was destined to get dug up

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One of the resolutions my family and I had crafted before relocating to Singapore was that we would sort of start from a clean slate, shake off old habits, build a new network, and outrun whatever reputation we had been feeding on before.

I can hear you think why of all things somebody in their sane mind would ever want to do that. I realize it is hard to explain. I guess one needs that particular sense of adventure. Or it takes a whole lot of loving the embrace of the unknown, or a vaguely slumbering idea that one’s present condition cannot possibly be all there is to life.

You could argue it is rebirtherism — a mental disease perhaps, or maybe a magic trick, urging or enabling the patient or magician to live multiple existences in the biological shape of just one.

But in our case, I’d say it is just that we love life to such an extent that we do not necessarily get attached to our life — and we do not want to leave this beautiful blue-and-green planet of ours until we have had the chance to live and experience life on it from as many different perspectives as we possibly can.