BACK FROM BERGEN

My one week of winter bliss is over. I am now back in hot and humid Singapore. The one thing that does not differ between Bergen and Singapore is the rain.

Do I miss Bergen? Maybe. It will take more than one week to get tired of that beautiful place. I'm always a sucker for mountains, and throw beautiful rivers (or fjords) into the bargain and I practically melt. I don't like vast expense of water where you can't see the opposite shore. Or vast expanse of anything, for that matter, like deep oceans and outer space. They scare me with their endlessness. I feel lost. But mountains give me a sense of security. I feel comforted and protected in their embrace. And in all that security, mountains still imbue me with a sense of adventure. It's like....oh, doing trapeze with a safety net. All the excitement and a sense of security.

It is not that bad to be home. One gets tired of Western food after some time. Nothing quite tastes like food you grow up with. And sleeping in my own plush bed, with my on things around me, feels good too. And then, there is family. Sure I want to get away from them sometimes, but when I see anything nice when I'm away, I always wish they were around to share the nice stuff with me. Yes, we are contrary people.

Yet I miss Bergen because, when I'm there (even on a business trip), I don't have to face the 9-5 grind. I think most people feel the post-holiday blues not because they miss the places or activities they indulged in during their holidays, but because work starts again. I guess I won't miss the place so much, if I didn't have to face work.

Well, whining won't change things, so I'll just grit my teeth and get to it, and occasionally take out the four postcards (all I have to keep from the trip) to remind me of my little break.