A sense of peace

As I was laying in bed tonight, for some reason I thought of the time when I went back to Vietnam about more than three years ago. My first night there was at my uncle’s place, where I slept on the floor. Even though I wasn’t at my own house, that night’s sleep felt very peaceful. It is a sense of peace that I haven’t felt in a long time.

I guess it was partly because I was on vacation from school. But more importantly, I was in a place where I belonged, where I didn’t feel threatened, and where my status wasn’t constantly in question and needed to be validated.

Being here in the US has been a blessing in many ways, and will continue to be. But I think this sense of peace, or lack thereof, will continue to haunt me for quite a while.

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