The distance between here and home seemed even more obvious than usual, and I felt like hiding under the covers and muttering, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." until I woke up in my four-poster back home with the cow prints on the sheets. Or at least, until a butler appeared at the foot of my bed bearing chocolate, tissues and a roti pisang hot off the pan.
Didn't happen.
But what did happen is that I received more SMS and e-mails from friends and family at home (and beyond) than I have in a single day since getting here.
"As cold water to a weary soul, so is good news from a far country," goes the book of Proverbs.
And for this weary soul, knowing that I have people on every continent who love me is very good news.
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