my reoccurring dream

I just told someone the other day that I wouldn't be posting to my blog anymore because I have nothing interesting to talk about now. Well, I don't really. I have just been thinking about my trip a lot lately, how beautiful and captivating everything was in Asia...well lots of things. It's sometimes hard to stare at a computer screen all day and not gaze off thinking about wandering the streets of Hanoi.

When I was on my trip I had this reoccuring dream that I flew home all of a sudden and was supposed to just fly right back. Sometimes I actually would and sometimes I realized that I couldn't and got really upset. Every time I would wake up and be relieved that I was still in Asia. I kinda feel like that right now. Like I've gotten to be home for a while, it's time to explore the world again. I'm feeling more nastalgic than I expected, and more attached to the way of life over there than I ever thought possible. As many hours as I'm working now and back into american life, I feel like I could wake up and be there any second. Although, if I did, i think i'd be homesick...grass is always greener.