Home is when you come back to a hearty meal that comprises white rice, a hot bowl of lotus and peanut soup, an omelette garnished with luncheon meat cooked by your room-mate.
Home is when you start sharing about your ministry in church and the breakthroughs you've been through as a human being. its sharing a verse from Hosea at 12.30am in the middle of nowhere.
Home is when you hear the Singaporean accent from afar. Or when you hear the lah, leh, aiyo and etc.
Home is when you're in the car cruising around downtown Seattle and the driver screams chi bai.
Home is when you're with a group of friends mugging in Suzzallo library for no pathetic reason just because they have a mid-term next friday or just because of the 4.0.
Home is that sense of familiarity when your family friends or family pick you up from the airport.
Home.. seems to be here right now. Home seems to be so tangible here.
