Looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses, or remembering the “good old days” through a sepia lens is a common enough form of selective memory.
But it is equally easy to let negative incidents cloud or affect one's overall memory of a trip. (This comes naturally to me, because as someone I met over the weekend said—Singaporeans are the best whingers in the world—topping even the British!)
So, as I revisit this neglected blog after close to a year, and reflect upon my original intentions for setting it up— I decided to stick to my initial premise— to appreciate the little moments of every trip and simply celebrate how lucky I am to have gone on each trip. After all, what’s the sense in spending time dwelling on the bad stuff?