No Place Like Home

I was listening to "93 million miles" by Jason Mraz the other day. To quote the song, there is a line:

“Just know, wherever you go, you can always come back home’. And it just got me thinking: wherever people go, there is no place like home.

What would you picturize in your mind when I say the word ‘home’? a place where your soul is familiar to every corner; where you are surrounded by the people you love; a place where you feel welcomed with open arms without even the need of those words or the gesture; a place where you can be yourself. Home is home, and no house is a home without the people who make it a home; be it a building of bricks or a country.

And yet, we seem to take our home country for granted sometimes. When we see pictures of beaches and tall buildings posted by our friends and family abroad, we do not take a minute to say: “Wow! What a beautiful place! I wish I could go there.” But how often do we stop and appreciate the beauty around us, the heaven that our country is?

We really are living in heaven, are we not? Where else can we find a range of beautiful snow peaks; all kinds of weather; picture perfect landscapes; serene lakes surrounded by valleys? Where else can we find so many cultures and languages that live together? Where else can we laugh on some silly joke over that perfect cup of tea with friends?

Perhaps, this is not the best situation to bring this topic forward, what with all changes happening in our home recently. But like I said, home is home, and there is no place like home.

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