When I woke up today, I walked towards the window. I can see the chaotic traffic from here at the 27th floor. I stood there, satisfying my eyes with all these towering box-like infrastructures crowding the city, less the green. It is a sad view indeed, far different from where I was a week ago. I’m on the verge of letting go of my tears when I said to myself, ‘This is not the view I want to wake up to everyday.’ That was when I realized, I’m missing home. I miss the ‘happy island’. I miss home. Really.