It's been a while. 

Augusts haven't been great the past few years. They have always been for goodbyes. 

In 2018, I bid Singapore farewell for New York City - albeit still sad to leave people I love, and loved, behind, it was exciting to embark on a whole new journey at least. 

In 2019, I bit New York City farewell and returned to Singapore. The city had been nothing but exciting and kind to me. I definitely was not done with the city, and I promised to be back.

Fast forward to 2021, he's leaving me for New York City. It sure feels less exciting and a whole lot more fomo to be the one left behind.

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For the first time in my life, I am actually truthfully dreading the fourth quarter of the year. 

It has always been the quarter of festive and celebrations. But I guess, there's just not that much to celebrate if you don't have your best love with you.

This is some real melancholy dramatic - pardon me.

I'm hoping for an easier quarter ahead for me, especially if I have to deal with it alone. 

More than anything else, I hope for his safety and happiness while concurring the big city alone. 

I mean, I'm still there, just not physically (for now).