Welcome Home

It seems Noah has got more of his dad’s genes than appear on the surface. Noah took two nights to get over jet lag. He is up and doing fine. Of course he’s still complaining about whatever is going on; wouldn’t be Noah if he wasn’t gripping about something. I (Holly) on the other hand would really like to sleep when it’s dark and be awake when it’s light out! Maybe one day...


We are back in Singapore and had a small welcoming party. Actually only one was alive to run away the rest of the “party” was belly up in my cupboards. Thank you Jesus for the roach motel!! We were met with our power out and the fridge has a hard time keeping food cold if it has no power. So I threw away a lot of food, well really condiments. And surprisingly that was the only odor waiting for us.

Our time in the states was very nice. We were very glad to see many of you. If we were not able to get together I am sorry and hopefully we can catch up next year! I do have one sort of disappointment/ surprise to our journey. As I looked forward to our trip to the states I wanted to hear the immigration agent when entering the US say “Welcome Home”. Maybe I have watched too many movies, but I pictured hearing those words and feeling relief or a peace as I entered “home”. However all the US agent had to say was “Did you bring any fruits back?” So I didn’t get my Hollywood entrance. I’ll survive. Then we are coming back to Singapore and the last time Steve came back into the country (after his Indo trip) the agent told him he could go through the short Singaporean line. So that’s what we did. No line. Right up to the agent. And as we approach I see the signs for “All Passports” and the ones for “Singapore Passports”. I’m feeling uneasy as I approach knowing my passport is not Singapore issued but we do have a “green” card. Then I notice the sign change and it now reads “Welcome Home”. We go through with swiftness and ease and I laughed at (or maybe with) God. Ok Lord, I hear ya!