1st January 2020
I’m trying to pack and failing miserably.
One of my friends came in the morning to check on me. V had brought me food and when she came into the room, she crawled into bed next to me and held me. I don’t know if she remembers telling me this, but she said, “You’re going to be okay Jane. I know you are.”
At that time, I clung onto her words. My tears had dried up after almost a week of ceaseless crying.
Later on, another friend came to visit. A has been my friend since we were in secondary school. “I can’t pack A, I’ve been trying and failing for 3 hours.”
“Let’s do it together,” he said.
Together, we sorted through the 2 huge piles of clothes and things that I had previously put together. I hadn’t even gone back to the house in Sengkang. I couldn’t. Not after knowing that they had been there together.
” Okay, if i’m on a beach in Mexico, do I want this….or this?”
“It’s gonna be super cold in the US, so….do I bring 3 or 4 jackets?”
“Maximum 2.” “Okay”
I couldn’t have gone through the days right after D-day without this group of friends. I couldn’t have made it without my support system. (My parents had left Singapore for diving trip)
Later on at night, we went for some drinks in a bar. It was a nice little cosy bar in Holland village, one that I hadn’t been to before.
We were sitting at the bar, chatting about random things, when I received a text from Gideon.
“Just to let you know, Marianne is coming to the airport with me tomorrow.”
I scoffed at the message and showed it to my two companions.
“What the fuck, he tell you for what sia”
I chuckled at their attempts to cheer me up, and I down the glass of martini, mentally preparing myself for the next day. I had a big day tomorrow.
I had to go to the airport to meet with my husband and his mistress, before my husband and I fly to the US to be together for the next one week.
Thank goodness this martini packs a punch.