taken on my last day
have the whole view of the city and “see how very small we are, Dzung”
I have been feeling so sick especially on the first two days coming back home. everything is small, dirty, a lot of people, noisy, and speaking vietnamese. I have been missing as hell my daily habit for the last 1 year, those things I had to do everyday when I woke up. I was here and things were fade and far, those people, and that different life.
I would continue to keep in mind of that ideal life if I was still in the Us. that life of individuals and freedom. I would still think that I missed family but realizing I couldnt understand my parents’ thought actually.
Moving on fast or not moving on are either cruel to me now. I would be glad that I can adapt quickly to be back but it also means sth will be forgotten easily.
But I find no reason, no excuse to be sad. I am way lucky to have things around whether I live here or there. If I want sth more, start and go for it.