Three weeks of meeting new faces, old friends and families...
Three weeks of visiting from the wealthiest cities to the poverty stricken nation...
Three weeks with nothing but a backpack...(where customs kept asking me where's my luggages)....
I am back home.
It is a strange and familiar sight.
This morning I woke up to this...
For the past 23 days on the other side of the world, I was in 25+ *C weather. The last few days at Hong Kong were 15 *C low.
I went downstairs and made me a simple breakfast...
There's a lot to process. A lot to think about. A lot to reflect. And the list to dos is mounting as well.
I spent today at home doing nothing. Stop and be silence.
In a whirlwind of three weeks, there's so much to say yet I can't put anything in words.
How can I describe what I gone through...the places I seen, the people I met. Where darkness and hope intertwine. Where my own doubts and desire all mix in one. Where what I read, what I learnt, how I felt all mingle in twenty three days of frenzy and travelling.
Coming back, there's familiar activities I will enjoy doing again...blogging, doing my laundry, the smell of roasted coffee in the morning....
In the near future, I will be traveling to more unfamiliar places...there's a huge desire to go out and do my own thing. Sometimes in a state of anxiety, I want to just go and do things. Yet, this is not the way. The way begins with Him guiding me. And in a time of uncertainty, I will need a lot of guidance!
My home was my desire while I was in Asia..yet it felt strangely familiar.
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