It had been four months since seeing an American flag and it wasn’t something I ever thought about until seeing a row of flags flying high on the side of a hotel in Singapore.
I stopped in my tracks and found myself quickly scanning the large flags blowing in the wind until my eyes met my flag. Seeing It took my breath away. A sense of pride and nostalgia came across me. It felt like America was giving me a huge hug and in that moment a part of me felt like I was home.
We decided to take a minute and just gaze for a bit, “Isn’t it just beautiful?” Dave said. It was hard walking away, I knew it would be a long time before my eyes would meet it again.