Made a fascinating connection this morning...with my postie!

The minute he opened his mouth to ask me to sign for my letter, I recognized the Malay accent.

I asked how he's coping with Ramadan and being a postie in winter, we discovered we're fellow Singaporeans, and I learned that he arrived in April.

He commented that it's difficult to get a job when you're a new migrant, so he's just taking whatever he can find. That's a story our family can definitely resonate with.

I asked if he'd heard of the Migrant Hub. He said no. In case he's pining for nasi lemak and nasi padang, I told him MH is run by a Malaysian-Malay lady and has its own Singaporean satay man. He said he's never heard of it, so I told him where to find the place.

At the end of our conversation, he suggested we stay in touch to keep the Singaporean connection going and asked for my contact details, so I was able to give him my newly printed business card.

This social exchange would never have happened to me when I lived in Singapore.