I am so glad that you still love home after all that time. I really don't understand why a lot of people can look down on their own country. One of my Vietnamese friends here told me that if it was not for her parents had made her to go home this summer, she wouldn't go at all. She told me there is nothing about Vietnam that she love. She can't stand Vietnamese weather, the smell of Vietnamese food, the rudeness Vietnamese people and so on. But she, herself is an Vietnamese who has lived in Vietnam for 17 years and has only been in the U.S. for more than a month. I was hurt when I heard that. And then I told her how much I love home and love to be home again. She looked at me shaking her head like I was nut, but I didn't care. I just can't stand people talking about my beloved country that way.

Back to your article, Anzu. We all have bad luck with food, don't we? I remember feeling the same way when picking food on the plane. Every time I look at the person next to me, I feel that her food look better than mine. That's called "standing on one mountain and look over to another." kekeke! Anyway, hope that I will have a nice plane like you when I went home this January.

The thing makes me sad the most when leaving here for Japan is that I can not see Anzu every year as we planned. I am so scare that after this Chrismas, what shall be the next time for us to meet again? If I leave, will the string between us broken? I made her promise me to come home after 4 years. I am going to keep my promise that I will come to NY this winter, then I will scan every japanese lesson that I learned to her, I will buy a recorder to record the pronounciation lesson then upload to the computer so Anzu can learn with me too. And then, she'll have to keep her promise and come home. Am I smart, Anzu? I am pretty sure that you will not turn out like my friend, dislike Vietnam so much. Love you.

Again, watch your language. And are you going to up my Howl essay?

Ran