Farewell My Singapore

And me? I am leaving a piece of my soul in the red soil of this little red dot.

Held onto the railings, the railings of Cavenagh Bridge. Looked at the skyline and said to myself: I will remember this. farewell my singapore

Farewell My Singapore: A Love Letter to the Little Red Dot To leave Singapore is rarely a simple act of packing a suitcase. It is a slow untangling of the soul from a city that operates with the precision of a Swiss watch and the heartbeat of a tropical rainforest. Whether you are a local moving abroad or an expat returning home, saying goodbye to this island nation feels like losing a rhythm you didn’t realize your body had adopted. And me

Before the final boarding call, residents often find themselves racing to "touch" their favorite corners of the island one last time. Looked at the skyline and said to myself:

Are you a Singaporean abroad or an expat who left the Little Red Dot? Share your "farewell" story in the comments below. What is the one smell, taste, or sound you miss the most?

For the foreign talent—the Ah Tiong , the Mat Salleh , the Bangla —who built careers in the Lion City, "Farewell My Singapore" means farewell to the EP (Employment Pass) treadmill. It means saying goodbye to a place where you are a perpetual guest, always one retrenchment exercise away from having to pack up a decade of memories in 30 days.