April 5, 2014

When I was tourist in my own country

It isn't until something is taken away from us, that we realise what we had before was incredible.

Being away from home for the last two years, I've grown to appreciate the little things that made what home what it is; be it the roads leading me home, the peach trees in the garden outside, the prayer flags colourfully adorning our roadsides or the intricately painted traditonal decor.
When I got to go home last month, I took time to stop and take in the beauty of the place that we're fortunate to be born in...

Cannot wait until I'm home for good... Home is the nicest word there is.