Two days in Manila catching up with family left me feeling happy. I am content as I am sitting at the boarding area waiting for our delayed flight to visit the island where our future home will be built. For the first time in many many years, I have finally felt that I am home. In this country, the Philippines.
To those who have been following the blog for a while, I have had conflicting feelings about the definition of home. I have traveled for more than a decade looking for that perfect place, partly to escape my country for greener pastures. Only to find out recently during this trip, that where I was born, is way greener than I have ever imagined. Living in a materialistic world for the last 12 years where home is translated by comfort and the size of one's TV screen, it is funny to realize I only finally felt what I have been searching for after starting to let go of most of our possessions and being almost nomads with no place of our own.
Though no situation can ever be perfect because I may have misplaced my pouch where all of my important identification cards are, I suppose I will have to just get over the annoyance and enjoy this breathtaking scenery in front of me.
Love and light,