… finds himself missing the middle-of-the-night Sumatran thunderstorms and monsoon seasons back in little tropical Singapore.”
If you use Facebook, you’re likely familiar with the status update. It is a sliver of real estate on the profile where you declare to the world what you’re up at any given minute. The one-liner above is what I just typed into mine.
Well, it started pouring in D.C. 30 minutes ago, and I find myself missing home terribly.
I used to peer out my window as a little boy growing up in Singapore, watching the fierce Sumatran rains sweep through my town, often slamming doors shut and blowing trees down.
I always felt safe resting my chin on the window sill, knowing that I would remain unscathed at the end of the angry storms.
Those were safe times, beautiful times, when I lived under the shelter of my parents’ protection and love.
Today, I brave the elements.
What would I give just to go back in time for a moment, to find my way back to that window sill in my bedroom and feel safe again.





