Having personal experience from living in Singapore, I can agree with some of your sentiments and points you make out In your post. I did get a sense of being entrapped in the “concrete jungle” that Singapore is because of how enclosed the building structures were as well as the size of the country itself. While I do love everything that Singapore has produced from fantastic architecture to amazing AMAZING food, it’s that sense of being trapped in one space, one eternal time that had me reach a state of depression while I was there (as well as other factors). It’s weird because I related close to the culture and language yet still found myself not as happy as I thought I could’ve been at a later point.
I had to escape, for a lack of a better word, to neighboring countries for more open space and time away from the bustle of the city. Although I feel as though that can be applied to any big city setting. In the end, it’s all subjective to each individual.
You can read more about my experience living in Singapore in my latest post.
Thank you for sharing your words — it provided a lot of insight on why I may have felt what I did while living in Singapore. Still love it there. Nasi padang!