One busy month. Two stressful visa applications for two exciting countries. Eight harrowing flights. Twelve work-free days. And in all possibility, dozens of unread emails when I am back in the office tomorrow.
(Not to mention the amount of air sickness bags used that could probably power a house in some small underdeveloped nation.)
But in all honesty, really: there is no other place better than home. Tokyo may have left me in awe, and Hawaii may have stamped its mark as a lovely paradise, but Malaysia is where the heart is, and always it will be.