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Three People I Know Who Left for Singapore This Year

Three People I Know Who Left for Singapore This Year

A nurse, an engineer, and someone whose life was portable enough to follow the person she loved. Three ordinary departures.

One of them was a nurse. She worked at a government hospital for six years, nightshifts and double shifts and the kind of work that grinds through a person slowly. The offer from the Singapore hospital was not primarily about the money, though the money was substantially different. It was about the ratio of patients to nurses, which is a ratio that determines whether you can do your job properly or just manage the emergencies. She left in January.

The second was an engineer. He had been in Malaysia for twelve years after his degree, working at a company that made things for the semiconductor supply chain. The offer that came was from a larger company in Singapore, in the same field, at a salary that reflected what engineers at his level earn in a market that prices them accordingly. He deliberated for three months. He went in March.

The third I am less certain about categorising. She left because her partner went first, and because the life she had built here was portable in ways that some lives are not. She works remotely. She could work from anywhere, and Singapore, which has its own costs, offered proximity to someone she wanted to be near. This one is harder to frame as a loss of talent, though talent is what she has.

These three are three I know about because I know them. The number who left in any given year is a number that appears in various reports, framed in various ways, and the framing determines the conclusion. If you frame it as talented Malaysians taking their skills to better-paying environments, the story is about individual rational decisions. If you frame it as a structural failure to retain people whose education was partly subsidised here, the story is about something the country is not providing.

Both framings are correct. They are also both incomplete.

What is not in either framing is the texture of the leaving. The farewell dinners that feel like grief. The group chats that now span two countries. The particular loneliness of the person who stayed and watched the circle thin. Malaysia and Singapore are forty minutes apart by car, and the technology for staying in contact is excellent, and it is still a different thing to have three people you knew here and now know there.

The nurse sends photos sometimes, of the view from her apartment window. The engineer found a nasi lemak place in Woodlands that is not the same but is something. The third one, I think, misses the things you miss when you are far from where you grew up — the specific unremarkable things that you took for granted until they were not at hand.