Seeing as I don't have much of a social life (outside of the family) here in Singapore, I've found that I get really happy about small things. Like when my dad brought us donuts from Malaysia last night. Or when Anna and I pretended to be gymnasts/yoga enthusiasts.
Two nights ago it started raining. For Singapore, that is pretty normal. At some point during almost every day here it will rain for a couple of hours. And its not light rain either...it usually gets really dark and windy, with thunder and lightening going on in the not so comfortable distance. But that night there wasn't either, and it was raining so hard that when I went outside it almost hurt. I had just finished a 800 page book that I had spent the last 2 days almost reading straight and was feeling the extra energy from laying around. So I ran outside without shoes in the dark and walked, ran, hopped, and splashed my way through it all. It was actually a really strange experience to be clothed, in crazy wet weather, with the streets completely deserted. I loved it. It was one of the rare moments in modern life where you can actually focus enough on a single thing to really experience it fully. No distractions. I felt connected to both the moment and the earth, which I know sounds a little crazy. By the end of it all, I felt the happiest I've felt in awhile and was very close to forgoing my obsession with civilization in general and moving to some forsaken wood or abandoned tundra. Then I remembered Into the Wild, and my lack of survival know-how and decided if I wanted to live I had better stay in civilization for now.
But the dream is still there.