the claustrophobe

I recently discovered that I'm no different from a nomad. I'm never in one place for long. My home is this world. And after living this way for years now, I've grown accustomed to it.

Being here in Singapore for the past week, and forced to a somewhat routine 9-5 lifestyle, made me feel restricted, to the point of suffocation; not able to roam freely in wide open spaces, not able to be myself in a place where nobody cared of what I did or even wore; where nobody knew who I was, where I could lose myself, and free my mind.

For once, I couldn't wait to get back to work. I couldn't wait to leave.

I'm craving for change.
I'm thirsty for culture.