Same Same.

I'm in the airport lounge and waiting for the first leg of the 9,627 mile journey home. It will be 29 hours before I touch down at Kennedy, and if my math is right, I'll be one hour short of exactly a three-week trip.

It's been great, and here's why:

1. I didn't get sick. I've got $50 worth of potions that have never been opened. They can patiently wait in the bag for the next trip.

2. I saw more than I ever expected to see.

3. And what I'm learning about the world comes mostly from cab drivers, and that's the way I like it. Mahadeeb and the others taught me a lot about their countries, and I'm happy to report that we're all pretty similar. We want the same things.

4. And further proof that the world is not so different -- Yesterday I spent a couple of hours by the pool, and I watched these kids play. They were Muslim. The two little girls were completely covered - long pants, long sleeves shirts and their heads were covered. They played so hard with their little brother. And like most little kids at a swimming pool, they got into trouble. Their mother fussed at them and cautioned them to be careful just like any parent. And they were just like the hundreds of kids I watched at the Country Club every summer. That was the highlight of Kuala Lumpur for me.

In Singapore, they say "Same Same." I agree. People around the world are same same.

I'm ready to be home. And I'm ready to make my own coffee and to hear "Good Morning America, I'm Diane Sawyer."