So I’ve got about four days left of Rach Dia (which is where my parents are from). Then back to Saigon (Ho Chi Minh) and then back to the states. I can honestly say that I am starting to get a little depressed. Even with family members and friends around, I can’t help but feel alone. I’ve been overwhelmed by everyone and everything. I’ve yet to have any alone time. And that my friends, is my favorite thing in the world. At home, I’m pretty much alone 75% of the time. I don’t go out. I stay home. Alone. And I miss that right now…and my parents…and maybe some pizza…and cereal…and Bunny
(Source: theblackworkshop)
