Given The Blessing To Go

Today is mega-family day again. It is a little strange to hang out with my uncles who remind me of my dad -- and when my second uncle (from Muar, who's in town right now) comments to my mum that I remind him of my dad, something funny turns in my heart and I get that funny lump in my throat which I immediately suppress because I think if I didn't, I might lose some liquid from my eyes.

In the car with my third uncle, he casually raises the subject of me wanting to go to Canada. And funnily, he is all supportive. He says, "If you want to go, go." And he means it.

Then I say, "I'm not sure if I should try to save up first, or just go and wing it...?"

And he says, "Just go."

Having that word of blessing means a lot. I don't know if it's symbolic, but I just need approval from my authority figures whenever I make a major decision -- and this is, obviously, one of those major decisions. I suppose, indirectly, he is the closest brother to my father in Singapore. Naturally closest to my dad is actually my fourth uncle who is in Malaysia -- and who told me, in August this year, that if I want to go overseas, he doesn't see why not either.

So I guess it's just a matter of time that I'll be going.

I'm seriously planning for it... and hopefully it'll be soon.

Canada, here I come...