The feeling of being @ home is so special, really cannot define and understand it. Old things, old memories, the stillness, the purity of air, the silence of streets and alleys, all make me fret with an obsessive longing. As usual, mom takes care of me as if I were a little boy. All of our little pets were given away when we moved out to Hanoi and mom moved to sis’s home,  so an absolute silence now drifting in the house.

Yesterday unpacked and reviewed all old gifts, letters, funny stuffs. I smiled and sighed like a fool while memories recalled. Old friends some lost, some still, but little things I’m still keeping with me now so sweet and lovely. Hmm, people may turn bad but their good memories. Picked up the phone and called some lost friends, all sounded different but some still reminded me of their last time characters. Maybe should not try to approach long lost connections.

OK, now let’s get up and visit my dear teachers..