"Home" Is Where The Heart Is
After two weeks roaming around Singapore I have to say I am happy to be home. Although I enjoy going around and exploring new places, trying out new dishes and meeting friends, nothing beats the warmth of being back home surrounded by family and loved ones. Even if we don't meet everyday, somehow the thought of being in the same city is reassuring. It's warm and I feel fortunate to have such a lovely family. It's funny when you look back on years past. There was a time when I would want to go away for weeks on end and not miss a thing. Life was fun and I was young. Now, I can feel the years creeping up on me ever so quietly and I find myself saying "I miss home. I miss my family." "Home" for me has always been a funny thing. I remember being asked on countless occasions what I considered "home" since I moved country every couple of years. I wasn't really "Thai" becaused I hardly lived there and I was hardly a citizen of...