This is home.

I've got my memories

Always inside of me

But i can't go back

Back to how it was.
Believe me now

I've come too far
And i won't go back

Back to how it was.

Watching the sunrise this morning over Central Australia made me feel so at home with this country.

The ranges of dry oranges, yellows and greens that swirl in patterns over the nation's floor is so different compared to the mountainous terrains of emerald and deep greens of the Philippine islands.

Even just by saying it like that, the Philippines sounds more beautiful. It was beautiful. But the colours of Australia was comforting and just fits more.

I really do love Australia.

The Philippines was amazing, i absolutely LOVED the village we went to up in the mountains.

It was like something out of the movie Swiss Family Robinson.

The children were so beautiful, overflowing with energy and joy, and when you look in their eyes you see so much life, so much potential, so much hope.

I will miss many things about the Philippines, but even so, i love Australia.

It's just home.

While i was in the Philippines i was glad to be there.

And likewise, i'm very glad to be back home again.

I better be going next year again though.

And now, I'm a different person. Not some saint, not some rebel or something, not some revolutionary that plans on chaining myself to trees and waving signs in protests.

But i have discovered more of myself. In a different country i had never been to, i saw more of who i am than ever before.

I have some kind of direction for once.

I can see a small portion of the path God has set me on, which is good. I can't see very far ahead still but that does not matter in the slightest.

He is the lamp unto my feet; the light unto my very windy, very narrow path.