Farewell My Singapore May 2026

Farewell, my Singapore. Farewell to the shophouses of Joo Chiat, painted in pastel blues and yellows like a Wes Anderson film. Farewell to the Singlish I finally learned to speak— "Can, can," "Alamak," "Don't shy-shy" —words that will sound foreign on my tongue back home. Farewell to the perpetual summer, where Christmas comes with palm trees and air-conditioning.

Selamat tinggal. 再见. Goodbye.

I learned to walk slowly here. In the beginning, I walked fast—like a foreigner, always chasing time. But Singapore taught me the art of the leisurely stroll through the Botanic Gardens at dusk, when the monitor lizards slip into the water and the fruit bats hang upside down like forgotten umbrellas. It taught me that in a nation famous for speed, the most important things move slowly: the growth of an orchid, the patience of a hawker perfecting the same bowl of noodles for forty years, the way a friendship forms over shared teh tarik in a coffee shop. farewell my singapore