Just returned to Singapore from Busan.
The flight was way longer than it should've been,
and so much has changed since we landed in Korea two months ago.
Not only did I resign,
and the baby began saying 'Papa' (about damn time too!),
but I've realized that I would really like to stay there.
Maybe that was the wake-up call that I needed to make the plunge.
There's so much to do now:
Set up a business in Singapore to import fish from Korea, and to export Indonesian or Malaysian meat (maybe even African too) to Korea.
If the business takes off, hopefully we'll be able to stay anywhere we want.
Busan, or even Switzerland (where my wife's side of the family is seeking to move to).
There's a lot of words swimming around in my head about Busan,
living with my mother-in-law,
starting a business, etc.
I'm exhausted, and thinking about the steps I need to take makes me even more tired.
But I'll touch on one topic.
I can see the fissures widening between us. There are fewer and fewer moments of affection,
and a dozen other little things that slowly move the status of a relationship from lovers to good friends.
And something tells me at some point - at some point - we might no longer be together.
I hope that when that happens, we both land firmly on our feet,
and stay friendly,
especially for the sake of our little girl.
And I really hope that by that time comes,
I have enough to provide for the both of us.
Starting tomorrow, on the 1st of February, the countdown begins.
Six months.
By the end of this period, the business must have already begun taking steady steps
and generating income.
And personally, I should be really close to where I'd like to be in terms of fitness.
Six months.
There's a lot to do.
Bring it on.
Well enough of that.
