...pure religion travel blog


its early sunday morning and i cant sleep cause i did so much of it on the plane. we spent 24 hours on planes from sydney to dallas. when we arrived in LA we had to go through US customs. finally, we arent the foreigners, but the citizens. that means we wait in the short line and they (foreigners) wait in the long one. we got a "welcome home" from the customs officer who was checking our documents. im not sure if he knew how sweet that sounded, but it was sure nice to hear it. i think home may have many different definitions. some say its where you were born, or raised, where your parents live, or where you live currently. i think its just easiest to say the US is my home. ive never appreciated that as much as i do now.



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