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agh.

the group left early this morning and i stood on the sidewalk outside of the hotel without sandals on waving to them. i walked up the stairs, glided up the elevator shaft and crawled back into bed. i woke up at noon.

i walked around saigon for hours thinking about where i was and were i was going. after spending the last two months furiously working on various projects, i finally had time to myself. eleven days before i board flight aa168 leaving from tokyo at 555pm and arriving in new york city at 525 pm of the same day, i mused about my experience.

the time to myself was wonderful though it did little to clear my head.

i boarded a bus and sat inside as it shook and bounced its way down to the mekong arriving a little after eight tonight. i didn’t talk to anyone. i didn’t sleep. i looked straight ahead and reflected.

there’s so much to say about what i’m feeling right now that i never want to forget that it will have to be saved for another day. i am free now and will write. i have independence and will reflect.

i can only see my parents driving me down wide roads full of big cars from new york to meetinghouse rd. i can only see the road and hear the hum of the car. it is night time and we’re all sitting there and no one knows what to say to one another. we drive and i stare straight ahead.