Sleepless

Travelling back made me think about things. About how far I live from my origin, and about how easy or hard it is to move back and forth.

It's only been the first time I've flown back to Croatia, but that trip alone was sufficient to make my mind whirl.

Whether it's a good or a bad thing, moving long distances makes you question things. Pros-and-cons-list kind of style. And the weird thing is you don't really think about them at the time.

You get caught up in the moment, you get lost in your work. And you get lulled into your new life. Not that it's easy - it's not. But I somehow feel like a douche whining. So I try not to.

I'm on the plane back to Singapore. I met up with an old friend of mine who lives close to Frankfurt, so we had a couple of beers at the airport. That, among other things, got me thinking. About life, distances, closeness, frequent flyer miles, the desert, family, life, and many more other hard-core things.

It's definitely not something you want to ponder upon, especially not on a 12+ hour intercontinental flight. But I guess that's what you get.

Hopefully I can fall asleep and wake up in a better place - on the globe and in my head.