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! Keep on reading
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