When I had to
take a very difficult subject in the final semester, I panicked that it might
detain my return. When I chose my course, I wanted the duration to be 18 months
because I thought two years was too long, and one year was too short. I didn’t
want to be away from home too long. I am glad things did go as planned – at least
this once. And now, I am home.
I missed my
mother. I missed my country. But until the plane descended and I saw Paro
Valley, I didn’t realize the intensity of how much I have missed home. I craned
my neck and watched out the window, wanting to carve each small detail of the
landscape in my mind: clumps of clouds
strewn overhead, the small isolated houses on the hill tops and down in the
valley looked heavenly. I thought even the long zig zag footpaths that go to
these houses have happy stories to tell.
A chill winter
wind welcomed us home as we got out the plane. But I thought, ‘it isn’t as cold
as I thought it would be.’ My brother and driver from my office welcomed us. My
mother waited in the car. I went straight to her – she sat near the window, her
eyes already wet. We hugged and I cried too. I felt an enormous gratitude (to
the almighty) for bringing me and my family back home safe.
I am home. Yes,
I am home. It is where I belong. No matter where I go, I will come back here.
It is where my heart is.
6 comments:
Welcome Home, I felt like I missed you too- seriously!
But was it you whom I saw near 8Eleven two weeks ago? Or you just arrived?
I can't believe this. I thought I saw you too...I saw you get in a red car. I looked again to confirm. But by then, you were in the car and couldn't see your face. It was the next day after we arrived.
Welcome back home la. :)
Thanks Langa.
heartily welcome back to BHUTAN,...
Thanks Kezang.
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