A Trip to the Homeland

Many of my Vietnamese friends in Hanoi ask, “Why do you want go to Quy Nhon? It is poor and boring!” Maybe for some, but this city has defined me a great deal and has captured my heart. I look back on my two years there and cannot help but smile and laugh. I have so many fond memories with my students and colleagues in the university. They will be forever part of me and hold a very special place in my heart. I cannot express how it felt to walk back into an old classroom and see the faces of students who are more than just participants of an English class I once taught but are a significant part of journey marking who I once was and who I have become. I can say that I know the students and teachers well because they allowed me access into their lives and I know a part of me will always be with them. Now that is an investment that money can’t buy.