BY SCENE SHANG
I’ve probably moved at least twenty times in my lifetime. Since young, my parents have been moving house every two years on average for various reasons; the Feng Shui is imbalanced, the neighbourhood is too rowdy, that building is blocking our view. As kids, we didn’t quite understand the reasons, when we were told to pack, we did, and to unpack, we did. I joke that my parents are nomadic herders and we are their sheep.
Late nights, Senang Crescent, 2018
Each packing and unpacking process forced us to throw things out, evaluate how much value you placed on things; your primary school leaving autograph book where “roses are red, violets are blue” appeared in six versions, whether the bus ticket folded into a heart from your first crush was worth bringing along, or a friendship band you spent all of recess doing with your bestie.
At first, you would want to keep everything, after some time, the value for some things diminished. Maybe it’s age, maybe it’s been replaced with other things of more value and you only have so many drawers with a lock and key to keep these things. Yet, it was all very cathartic, leave some things in the past, take the intangibles with you, and know that the new space is for new hope, for new memories.
This is our first proper office move. The office holds as much for me as my house, perhaps because I spend so much time here, and also because Jess and I saw it grow from a room in our Shanghai flat, to a shared space in a colonial house off River Valley Road with two interns and a designer, to our first proper office in Chai Chee, where we spent five years growing the brand and the team.