After three weeks of travelling across Asia: Cambodia, Singapore and Hong Kong…
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…
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.