Home is where
I spent my Christmas in the country of my birth, Vietnam. It was an interesting experience.
People keep writing how going back to the country they’re from gives them such religious experience. How it fills an emptiness which they usually didn’t know existed. I didn’t get that feeling at all. Don’t get me wrong, it was a nice trip. Wonderful food. Interesting people. But it wasn’t that much different than going to any other exotic place in the world (except I understood the language, more or less). I’m not sure I’m supposed to be disappointed or happy.
I felt a sense of home when I moved back to Norway. And even now, I miss California and everything I knew there. If Norway is my cultural and emotional home, then California is at least my home away from home. And Vietnam? Not sure where I would put that.
It did make one thing clear though. I need to go back and visit California this summer
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