7,500 Miles From Home

I always tell my parents and friends that I do not miss home. But my dreams tell a different story, even if I might not believe them. My first week in Oregon, I dreamt about my home, my family my friends. These dreams made me miss home because they showed all the places and things that I appreciate about home. They showed everyday life; going to school, meeting my friends, staying in familiar homes. But I wake up and my parents disappear.

We cannot escape our dreams, but we can accept them. Of course my mind will take me to Thailand, I’ve lived there for 17 years. But my dreams are changing, because our dreams are shaped by our environment, like when you read sad news or listen to a sad song, you might have a sad dream. I have been here for two weeks, and the dreams started to change, it makes me feel better now.