There is one place I want to always go back to, that is home. Home is no longer my birthplace. I am enjoying the gift of being back in my country of birth after five years and it has been a wonderful experience. No matter where I go to, even if it's a place I enjoy, what is now home always calls me. The city where I live is not a perfect place. I still have unfulfilled dreams there and not everything is as I wish but I'm building something of value and I am grateful for it. Like Dorothy in the land of Oz, even though her hometown was not perfect she was faithful to where she felt she belonged, what she proudly now called home. And she made it back there but like everyone after a journey she grew to appreciate her world even more. And that is one of the gifts traveling bestows upon the lucky ones that dare explore the world. The gift of gratitude and appreciation for what is ours, now distant and far. Sure we enjoy every second of the journey but if we come back with a grateful heart it only makes us better. Gratitude is the biggest miracle worker and pouring it towards home brings the colors found during the journey into our lives.
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