Country roads took me home

Country roads, take me home
to the place, where I belong...

I heard this song in a taxi in Bangkok, two weeks before we left. It's the first time I thought about New York, and wasn't sure if it's the place where I belong.

Time is up. We have to go. But it's very sad.

The last few weeks in Bangkok involved numerous good-byes, send-off parties, friends to see, tears shed. I was not ready to leave yet. But it's time.

I made so many wonderful friends, whom I certainly hope to see again the future, just don't know where and when.

Then it was packing madness, wrapping up my Thai class, Chinese classes etc etc. My last day of both Thai and Chinese classes were two days before our flight.

It gave me the time to process "coming home" in the last 2.5 weeks of driving from San Francisco to New York. We saw many friends and family along the way, including friends we haven't seen for years. America IS beautiful. I never thought Idaho as a beautiful state, as I only knew of its potato. In Yellowstone, we saw both grizzly and black mother bears with their cubs. Brent was chasing a porcupine on the highway in Wisconsin and wanted to take a picture of it as it ran and climbed up a tree shaking. Beautiful snow mountains, quiet highways, clean air, all told me that we were in America the beautiful. Also we saw fat cows, big people, in contrast to the other world, telling me America has no indication of food shortage.

Currently in my parents home. Will find out how our own home is tomorrow. Then it'll take weeks to put our lives together. When my job search starts, I will know I am back.