Daily life

We are beginning to enjoy the small pleasures of daily life in Singapore.

Neither of us has much experience living in a huge tower of apartments, but we are both quickly feeling at home here. Our building has 22 floors. We're on the third. We speculate about the people living on the upper floors - how much more is the rent? What kind of jobs do they have? How much stronger are the breezes? Do they hear the buses? Can they watch people at the 24-hour Hands Cafe like we can?

We look forward to meeting the stray cat that lives in the common garden, it's tail cut short and bent, it's left ear notched from an imagined turf war. With boundless curiosity we walk at night in the neighborhoods of the super-wealthy. Homes the size of museums, with gates, multiple Jaguars and Benzes, and armed guards. We imagine how we could possibly get invited to their parties or use their pools. Do we need to rent a cute pet and get noticed along the street? Should we advertise in-house cooking classes? Although, since they employ multiple domestic staff, they would have no use of a cooking class. These are among the .001% richest people in the world. The people whose money earns them money. We walk past and realize we will never be them.

We enjoy the wet markets, with stalls selling fresh meat and seafood, fruit and vegetables, flowers, and eggs, carried home with plastic twine.

And on the weekends we like to buy the Sunday paper (only $1) and have kaya toast and egg.

We are getting into some comfortable routines, while also doing spontaneous activities. And, of course, we miss some things from Boulder - cool evenings, game nights, friends, Illegal Pete's big fish burritos, cheap pints. But so far, we're happy.