It’s been a month since we moved to Singapore. It seems longer, but then again, we haven’t managed to do much. Still trying to adjust, nevermind that I grew up here.
Felt good tonight to bring out my camera again – its first outing since I picked it back up from the camera workshop last week after it died a watery death in Iceland. They’d closed the roof top access to the Esplanade, but my brother and I managed to get a spot in the roof top bar. Whilst waiting for blue hour and the fireworks, and fending off rowdy kids with no sense of personal space, we guzzled cocktails and craned our necks to watch the National Day Parade dress rehearsal on the floating platform.
Happy birthday, Singapore.