Memoirs of a Displaced Singaporean [Part1]

3am in the morning...my first after arriving back home.
I am EXTREMELY tired but yet not really wanting to sleep.
I feel out of place somehow.
Really like it's some place out of a surreal dream scape.
Is this still home? Or do I have 2 homes now?
It's very familiar and yet alien altogether.
Things have changed...people have moved on, grown, evolved (haha).
I am unsure of my place.
Where do I belong?
Home...the simple complex meaning of that word...that idea...that feeling...is completely different.
I might or might not find my answers by the end of my trip here.
At least it won't be boring...trust me...it won't be.