You could go the distance, you could run the mile.

I feel like I'm living two lives.

There's the one I live, in Singapore. It's the same one that's loud and crazy and has her best friends surrounding her. It's the same one where my family is, where my favourite foods are, where I know where I am, where I feel most comfortable in. I feel settled.

Then, there's the one I live, in Manchester. It's also a crazy, loud life, with extremely close friends I'd keep for life. The same life that includes independence, accountability for my own actions, late nights, later mornings, and full-on excitement. I feel like there's so much to explore, and I often find myself wanting to discover more.

Neither life is horrible to live, neither life is perfect. Both lives have their pros, and their cons.

In Singapore, I know my path in life. It's more or less fixed. It's just there. In Manchester, I don't really know what's going to happen from one day to the next. One minute I could be reading a book, with plans to spend a quiet night in, the next, I could be dressing up to hit the clubs because of peer-pressure. It's scary sometimes, but 'good' scary.

I honestly don't know which life I'd want to lead. Excitement seems like the more enticing path now, but that's probably because I'm 20, still wanting to suck the juice out of life before it gets dull and empty. Stability seems like the more practical choice in the long run...

I only hope that the next year will bring with it more answers.

For now, as I start pulling my clothes out and packing them for a 15-hour flight back, I am filled with anticipation for the upcoming year.

With old and new friends, a new apartment, new modules, and more parties, I suppose I should just relax and let God take care of the 'less important' decisions. ;D