Each familiarity brings a smile to my face and a lift to my heart. Coming back to a place os so refreshingly good. Yes, we've come back to the same places and people in Canada many a time, but never coming to Asia.
Unpacking things we left here, knowing how to do things, what to expect in house hunting, where to buy this and that - set up is a snap when you're not starting from scratch in a new country! But it is the guard that remembers us, the delighted cry of greeting from former acquaintances, the girls' wide-eyed wonder that they get to play with familiar play-mates, and the heart-felt exclamations of "It's good to see you!" over the clasped hands of friends that takes my breath away.
I guess so many short friendships, final goodbyes, and long distant or dormant friendships had dulled my senses... friendships are treasures, and being able to return so quickly to them is a precious gift to us for the now. I want to drink in the goodness of returning and live drunk on thanksgiving for this priceless treasure!
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