Right before you turn into the small lane that leads right up to my grandfather’s semi-detached, there is a large flower and plant nursey, right on the corner of the street. I haven’t been back as frequently as I used to, so I didn’t get to watch how the white construction barriers, like white correction tape, covered up and made ‘new space’ for more development, hiding the process of uprooting memories and laying down the foundations of progress.
If you drive by now, there is a sign where the entrance used to be: “We have shifted to Changi South.” It’s one of those addresses no one really recognises, the back alley industrial land tucked away behind shining glass exteriors. It is one of those places you only find when you go looking.
The Flower Shop that Moved by Cheyenne Alexandria Phillips is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.