Diary of a fight after the Semester 1 exam back to Vietnam

The day I’ve been dreaming about for the past four months has come—I’m heading back to Vietnam.

It was a quiet night on Friday. My emotions were mixed; part wanted to go home, but on the other hand, the place where I lived for 4 and a half months also wanted me to stay with them. After packing my clothes 4 days before the flight, I re-checked all my items and pulled the suitcase downstairs on the bus to the airport. Houston night was always stuck in my mind. If it is not the night where I arrived in Houston from Vietnam for the past 4 and a half months ago. It will be the return day like today. It is just a typical night for others. However, for me, a student who studies abroad, this is a completely different mood that is a bit strong and… hard to describe with words.

When I arrived at the airport, I dropped my bag and walked through the waiting area. Seeing others heading home, too, gave me a feeling I’ll never forget. Passed and passed the security check. I am waiting and counting every second to go on the plan, then fight back to Vietnam.

Staying on the plan after all the hard work that I consider myself to be. My tears rose realizing that I was on my way back to have a Christmas and New Year with my whole family. Knowing that my entire family, from my dad to my mom, will be at the airport and wave hands when I come out of the airport door with the suitcases in my hand. I will be running as fast to them as I can. All of those feelings just going over and over in my head made me excited to go back home. It is me now, writing these words on the plan, at the moment. All of my feeling is shown in the truest light