Am I still attached to Shanghai?

Not really. Come to think of it, I do not have the same sense of attachment to any one place that some people show so strongly. All my relatives are there. Most of my friends are here. My childhood memories are scattered over three places eleven thousand kilometres apart. Certainly many precious memories are linked to this Most Serene city-republic. But I wouldn't feel as sorry or sad to leave, whether for a year or a decade, as you seemed to be yesterday. When I fly between Singapore and China -- and this is the one thing I would miss most, really, when I finally change citizenship -- the immigration counters welcome me home on both sides. I feel slightly sad at not being able to enjoy the same welcome on both ends any more ... but in an objective analysis, of what importance is such a trivial matter of appearances? At heart, nothing has changed. My home is everywhere and nowhere. It is not a place, but the company of your family, of your good friends, the warm fuzz of memories.