I miss breathing in the cool crisp air, bundling up in a wool coat and mittens, seeing Mt. Baker in all its glory, wearing warm slippers and getting cozy on the couch under a soft thick blanket. "Winter" here means 29C instead of 32C (plus still really humid). I really miss the changes of seasons and the feeling of Christmas that winter brings.
This will be our third Christmas in the Philippines (one in Davao) and once again, its making me feel homesick already. More than the weather, we miss our family and our friends. We miss home. We are incredibly thankful for our community here and the work we can be part of but there are still times when a deep desire to be home makes me shed a tear of sadness.
