Lovin' An Elevator

Tiger Log:-
Age:-

Even for typical HDB suburbanites in Singapore, we live pretty high up - on the 25th storey to be exact.

And while that does make for a pretty good view of the island, it also means that Tiger sometimes feels a little removed from it all. Each time he looks out the window, pointing and naming the cars, buses, trees, buildings, birds or the ships berthed out at sea, I wonder if he wishes he were outside instead.

I think that's why the otherwise ubiquitous elevator ride seems to be such a joy for him. It's come to mean much more to him than that, I think. For Tiger, it heralds the beginning of another thrilling adventure outdoors - whether it's to the zoo, the shopping mall, or simply to the neighbourhood playground.

It's become his magical conduit to the world outside his home.

So, unless he's already in a bad mood, Tiger typically delights in taking the elevator down from our flat. Depending on what strikes his fancy, he'll either do a rousing Scottish riverdance, wave hello and bye-bye to fellow elevator-commuters, or discretely reach for the alarm bell in the lift, until the 25-storey descent comes to an end.