My Wandering Feet Are Back 👣❤️
It has been a long, long while since I last updated this blog, and some of you may have wondered where I disappeared to.
Well… I didn’t exactly disappear.
My wandering feet simply decided to go on medical leave!
About two years ago, a leg injury brought my usual wandering to an unexpected stop. I eventually had to undergo surgery, followed by a long period of recovery.
And when I say long…
I mean LONG.
For someone who loves wandering around, poking her nose into interesting little places, hunting down old buildings, taking photographs and — most importantly — finding something delicious to eat along the way, suddenly not being able to walk about freely was quite a change.
So the blog became quiet too.
There weren't many wandering adventures to write about when the chief wanderer's leg wasn't cooperating!
But throughout it all, the wandering spirit never really went away.
The feet may have been resting… but the eyes were still looking, the mind was still curious, and the stomach was DEFINITELY still interested in food.
And now, after one very long pit stop, I'm finally getting back onto my feet and venturing beyond my neighbourhood again.
Perhaps I won't walk quite as fast.
Perhaps there will be more coffee breaks, more sitting down and a few conversations with my legs:
“Oi… behave yourself ah!”
But that's perfectly fine.
Because wandering was never about how quickly we got somewhere.
It was about enjoying what we found along the way.
So today feels a little special.
After almost two years of recovery…
My Wandering Feet are back.
Maybe a little more careful, definitely a little slower — but just as curious as ever.
Now then…
Where shall these feet bring us next?
But Before We Wander Off…
Before these wandering feet take us outside again, I still owe you a few stories from the time they were temporarily grounded.
Because being stuck in a hospital bed doesn't mean nothing happened.
Oh no.
When Aunty cannot wander…
Aunty observes.
And when Aunty observes for too long…
stories happen.
I do have a few funny little memories from my hospital stay — things I saw, things that happened, and probably a few things that only became funny after I came home.
So before we send these wandering feet back onto the road…
come, I tell you what happened in the hospital.
So… What Happened To My Leg?
It was Chinese New Year spring-cleaning time.
And somewhere between trying to make the house nice-nice for CNY and believing that Aunty was still qualified for high-altitude cleaning…
I climbed onto a chair.
🪑
Yes.
A chair.
A CHAIR.
Clumsy Aunty somehow managed to fall off it.
And before anybody says:
“Huh? Fall off a chair only mah…”
HELLO.
Have you ever seen an elephant fall off a chair?!
The impact, okay!
No earthquake was recorded — thank God.
Unfortunately, my leg didn't find the situation quite so funny.
And luckily nobody asked me:
“Aunty… the chair got injured or not?”
Because at that point…
somebody else might have needed medical attention too.
THE CHAIR HAS BEEN WARNED!
🪑: “Excuse me… I also sustained one broken leg—”
Aunty: “DON'T COMPLAIN. I ALSO GOT BROKEN LEG.”
🪑: “But mine—”
Aunty: “You wait. YOU WAIT. Until I come home…”
🪑: 😰
“…I BEAT YOUR LITTLE LEG.”
🪑: “I withdraw my complaint.”
From “Orh, Okay” To “WHAT?!”
Off to A&E went Aunty.
The doctor adjusted his glasses and looked rather serious.
Doctor: “We need to do an X-ray.”
Aunty: “Orh… okay.” 😌
After the X-ray…
Doctor: “You'll need surgery.”
Aunty: “Orh… okay.” 😐
Then came the next one.
Doctor: “You'll have to be warded.”
Aunty: “Orh… okay…” 😶
So far, Aunty was remarkably cooperative.
X-ray? Okay.
Surgery? Okay.
Ward? Also okay.
Then came the sentence that finally woke Aunty up.
Doctor: “You won't be able to go home for Chinese New Year.”
……
Aunty: “WHAT?! THAT ONE NOT OKAY LEH!” 😱
Suddenly the leg injury was no longer the emergency.
CNY WAS IN DANGER.
All the spring cleaning that started this whole disaster…
and now Aunty wasn't even going to be home to enjoy the clean house!
HELLO?! THEN I FELL OFF THE CHAIR FOR WHAT?!
MY SIX-COURSE CNY REUNION DINNER IS STILL PACKED INSIDE MY FRIDGE!
Surgery, Aunty accepted.
Hospital stay, Aunty accepted.
But somewhere at home sat six innocent courses, fully prepared for reunion dinner, wondering why nobody had turned up.
At that moment, I think my priorities became very clear.
THIS ONE CANNOT.
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