-^-for posterity-^-

in my short life, i have been privileged.

this afternoon i jumped in the car with my father and we headed for the jersey shore. we were going to bond, spend time together before i headed back to vietnam. we haven't had time to spend together as father and son for at least two years.

our relationship has grown and blossomed. when i was a child i jumped at anything he said. we never were able to get along because i could never understand why he was telling me what to do. i am now different. i now cherish the time i have with him and we sit over a cup of coffee and grin and joke about life, love and life again.

the two of us will spend the next two days watching people walk by and talking about what moves us. returning to this part of the world has taught me much about what makes me tick. i have jumped back into a world that was familiar but that i am having to interpret with eyes that are two years older. my eyes have aged.

the beach is beautiful. the water is flat and calm like the mekong. everything moves slowly here and giant cars hum by with their bright lights shining the way. everything is incredibly organized.

i like watching the ocean. the water laps on the shore and then cycles back to the depths only to return to the shore again and see it with new eyes, to feel it anew.