… the most expensive city in the world, according to the Economist Intelligence Unit.
Singaporeans don’t really need to be reminded all the time and our country labelled as such when we feel the pinch of rising costs every day. It’s pretty intimating when you think that this city is really a country, when not too long ago we were receiving financial aid and other assistance from the Commonwealth for our survival and development.
This little city-state slightly over 700 sq km is one-third the size of Tokyo and half of London. We are all compressed and compact into a concentrated urban space to house a growing imported population with increasing imported goods and services. And that’s squeezing some of us out like the truffles and gold dust in a Bacon Bling sandwich as you grabbed it with both hands to fit into your mouth.
Oh no, I’m not complaining. I’m just highlighting that it really isn’t fun being in the most expensive city-country in the world where there are no suburbs, forget about countryside (there is none here) that we can retreat to once in a while or to relocate for a less hectic lifestyle.
We’re only 50 years old this year, an economic miracle built by a hungry workforce and a team of visionary leaders who have passed on and are phasing out. It is sad, like a part of our family is leaving because they are the ones who groomed and nurtured us through the education system, creating jobs and opportunities, enabling our social progress and creating a safe and stable home for all.
Now that we’ve reached the top of the ladder. What’s next? Is there another level to climb? We’ll have to find out. That’s how it is for as long as I remember being a Singaporean, only one way to go – UP.