the lesson learnt

it is tough to argue whether i have actually thought about home over the past 3 months of my being here. it is definitely not one of those periods where i sit in a corner of my bed and really think about home and how best i can improve my relationships with everyone back at home.

travel is so fun
travel is the envy of people

but behind the beautiful lines, there is a place in the heart for home.
after all.
and i have always been realising about it ever since i so desperately wanted to take flight away from home - my first being in 2005 as a 18 year old breakaway-er.

travel doesnt make you sink in malaise and end up crying every day for home
travel was never meant to do that.
it is meant to change you.
it is meant to tell you the many things you never knew about home
or at least, never appreciated about.
it is meant to tell you how badly you should cherish the present and your community around you while (definitely) building new ones.
it is meant to give you the big spectacles with which you will see the world so that you can go home and feel humbled
it is meant to teach you a worthy life lesson that after everything
perhaps, your family matters the most
your singlish speaking friends give you the best satisfaction in your speeches

the grass is still greener on the other side

but with each travel, it gets less and less
and eventually
you are home

at
the end of the journey
smiling.