these past two weeks are hardcore. but i am glad that now i don’t have to think of anything else but being here, with my mom and sisters, at home.
when i said “home”, i didn’t refer to the geography of bangkok…but instead…the warmth and love of the people i know. that’s why my home is all around the world: in canada, in america, in korea, in australia, in bangkok and in chiang-mai.
yesterday, while waiting for the bus and feeling extremely exhausted i could cry, i spoke to God, “Father, i can’t wait any longer. it’s been almost 30 minutes. and i’m tired. i just wanna go home.” and it stopped me for a second. which home i was thinking about? home in bangkok or home in chiang-mai.
in bangkok, people are always in a hurry. ignorant businessmen with their suitcases; obnoxious tourists strutting on the pavement with their flashy cameras; loud street vendors advertising their products weary me out. i’ve forgotten how crazy the city can be. i almost cried.
but in bangkok, i also find a loving mother who never leaves dinner table empty and sisters who never fail to bring me encouragement and laughter. this is a special thing. in chiang-mai, although there are a lot of good friends around…no one can replace the ones you’ve grown up with since you were born.
so…although my heart’s yearning is elsewhere, the people i call “family” is eternally my home. and that, i am thankful for.