July 4, abroad
This is a first for me. I’ve enjoyed my entire time away. I’ve had my setbacks here and there, the times I wished I could return to America, times I felt homesick for a few moments. But this is the first I’ve wanted to somehow transport myself home for a day.
It’s July 4, which in the rest of the world is just 4 July. In the United States, though, it’s independence and fireworks and grilled food and grandma’s birthday. Laos isn’t bad, for sure. I’m hanging out, eating, meeting new people, hanging out some more, way too late – cheers! But it’s not America.
For the first time since I’ve been away, I want to be back, if just for a day.