When I left Singapore in 2010 to move to Mexico (to literally move in with this boy I had been having a long distance relationship with for the past year or so), I moved with a suitcase. I sold or gave away most of my furniture and packed down a few boxes of personal possessions that meant something to me and stored them at my parents. This was my exit strategy. The less things I brought with me to Mexico, the easier it would be to pack-up and leave if things did not work out.

Luckily for me they worked out perfectly, unluckily for my parents, they where lumbered with these boxes for the last few years. So when I was finally back in Singapore over Christmas, I went through them and come accross all my old cookbooks which I was planning on giving away, but just couldn’t bare to do it – so brought them all back to Brazil with me!

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