“Where am I?”

After traveling for three weeks in India and in Singapore, I am finally back home. Back in my old bedroom and getting back in my normal groove.

The other night ago, I woke up in the middle of the night disoriented and unfamiliar with my current surroundings. Sweat was forming on my forehead and I was slowly panicking, then I realized I am back home. What a relief knowing that I am not in somebody else’s room making a fool of myself.

I did not realize how much I missed my old and ragged pillow, the smell of my room, and the taste of “bulad” (dried fish). Yup, I asked to be fed bulad the moment I stepped into my house.

In the coming days I will post pictures and the experiences I had to keep you all in the loop.

Thanks for praying, it helped a lot.

with Deborah, an orphan who lost her parents in the 2004 Tsunami at Nagapattiman, India