home...

as i child i remember getting home from many vacations and trips to see family, and my mom or dad would say, "East, West, home is best." and its true.

it was good to be in Thailand. really, it was amazing - but there is just something about being home. even when home isn't an island beach. even when home is a place without cheeseburgers, 7-eleven stores, starbucks. even when home is a place where the horns are loud, lines are meaningless, i can't wear the clothes that i would normally choose to wear, and its dirty and dusty.

i kind of can't believe how much like home this place has become. its a beautiful surprise.

when i walked in my bedroom (after a frustrating experience at the airport, and the assault of car horns on my ears) - my first reaction was, "oh...this is MY room. my space...its good to be here"

and then last night - when i got home from sari bari and my roommates were all in the kitchen, and we got out the food i'd picked up at the market and we hung out, and laughed and joked, and cooked dinner together...i thought, "its good to be home."