And I will.
I am not leaving because I am unhappy. I am leaving because visas expire, because lives are itineraries, because love for a country does not always grant you the right to stay.
My Singapore. My temporary, permanent home.
Selamat tinggal. 再见. Goodbye.
But know this, Singapore: You made me a better person. You taught me that a nation does not need a thousand years of history to have a soul. You taught me that a multiracial dream—Chinese, Malay, Indian, Eurasian—can work, even when it is fragile, even when it is imperfect. You taught me that success is not luck. It is kiasu determination, it is planning, it is the refusal to fail.