When i first got under Cambodia's sky, i bluntly went, "How could any sky look as beautiful as this?!"
It was definitely a twitter-perfect moment, at any time of the day actually.
Throughout those 2 whole weeks, it was an emotinal rush.
I could feel that they were really expecting something from us, and i really wanted to meet that expection.
I was never really a people-person, so it took me so much longer before i started opening up to them.
And slowly as the dim lights gathered themselves and the last dawn broke, i started to wonder why i didn't open up to them earlier.
Don't mind me putting it so awfully bluntly but initially, it felt like we were simply thrown into the same house with the children and made to just work on those walls day in and out.
But somehow, that changed, entirely.
It not longer was a "we got to scrub, againnnnnnn" nor whispering suspiciously amongst ourselves a "should we talk to them?" but rather a - "leave it to me!" or a spontany "let's go do some basketball!".
I was in love with that place and the people in it. I've gotten so intergrated with their lifestyle that it really felt like it was my own.
But then as we grew closer to the children, i started wondering that on the last day of this expedition, who would be the one to hold my hands and weep with me, and to actually miss me.
It's odd when you're here to bless others but end up being insecure on whether they would even remember you at all.
Everything that i was thinking so much about, making my heart heavy and weary were all just pure foolishness.
There was a day of affirmation. I really had no idea we could be that significant to them. I always thought that we were annual and temporary, but somehow to us, they are permanent.
Thank you all so much -
for bringing me to the morning glories;
for that one basketball court that made me like a professinal basketballer-in-the-making;
for those meals i had in the same bench as them;
for the night they held my hands and prayed deeply;
for that one song i learnt in khmer;
for all those simple but heartfelt letters they gave;
for the last night when someone held my hands and soothed my weeping heart;
and to our team that i felt like family.
That was why i never really did miss home, because it already felt like i was.
I hope that this has one way or another, somehow, little by little - inspired someone, somewhere on this huge Earth.
posted by stacey c.