Jamie and I talked about dreams today. Not the nocturnal kind, but the ones that your idols are made of. My idol of the day/month/year have so far range widely from the great cook/activist Jamie Oliver, my uni Geography lecturer, and ER actor Anthony Edwards for his real-life role in helping kids.
It was my dream to go to Canada or the U.S to do a thesis in Geography after I graduated. I still remember, McGill in Montreal, and 2 others I applied in the US. While the rest of my peers were perfecting their resumes and going for interviews, I was baby-sitting a class of naughty P2 ACS boys and mugging hard for my GRE. It must be a laspe of bad memory that I found myself negotiating my salary for my first job. I did go to Montreal and US, but as a happy tourist as I walked around the grounds of dreams that I had to leave aside for. Dreams, I told myself, can wait.
Now, as I stand at the crossroads contemplating an accounting career in Melbourne, I cannot help but to withdraw my imaginary measuring tape, and figure out how far I have deviated from my dreams.
Funny how Jamie asked,"Is it possible to go back to pursuing it?" It kind of left me momentarily wondering. "Maybe when I'm retired and bored". But then, am I not likely to be pandering to 2 cats, tending to my herbs and visiting my grandkids at that age?
For those interested in why the lament, my days in Singapore are numbered once again, and academic days end in 4 months. I need to know where I'll like to be, and what I'll do.
