I’m 11,000 km from home and feeling homesick

My first three months as an expat have passed in a blur of new experiences, places and faces. I honestly haven’t really stopped to think about missing home. There has, of course, been regular facetime’s with family and friends, and whilst I’ve loved catching up on their news, things have been exciting enough in Singapore to stop me missing home too much.

But last night marked the end of a three week visit from my parents and sister. And it hit me suprisingly hard, I’m a long way from home! 

Our first week living in Singapore

A whole week has passed since we touched down in the Red Dot to begin our Southeast Asia adventure. It’s been an absolute whirlwind, but what have we done with ourselves?

Would we move to Singapore?

It’s October, and I’m sat in the autumnal garden of my parents’ home in rural Somerset, England. They are on holiday, and me and my husband are house sitting.

We’ve spent the week walking and wild camping in Dartmoor, paddling down rivers in our new inflatable canoe, and trying out all the local country pubs. Little do we know that our very British lifestyle is about to change dramatically.