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I am full of longing for Thailand. 

Again.

 I am missing my third home with an aching heart. 

I feel so far from it, so far away from ever going back. 

I miss the rawness of it, I miss feeling foreign, I miss unfamiliarity and aliveness. 

I wanna get my hands dirty again, shake up this extremely normal, comfortable life I've formed for myself. 

But of course, the grass is always greener, and I fail to see what I have been given right where I stand.

So God has planted me. 

He has broken my back and said stay and wait. 

I hate that. I know it's for good reason. I know I need to learn contentment and obedience. But my travel bug has flared up again, my Thailand obsession whispers in my sleep, and Melbourne is getting all too boring for this adventurous soul.

"...You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from. True to your word, you let me catch my breath..."

- Psalm 23:2, 3 (MSG)