I used to live in this place, back in 1992... went to Ruamrudee International School, which turned out to be the best year of school in my entire life. People respected me there. It wasn't like the states, where I spent the last three years of high school trying to be myself when everyone else was trying to fit in. Only until college would I find some comfort.

The bathrooms hadn't changed; the bedroom I stayed in years ago looked the same also. The kitchen had some new walls, but the meals and the table were the same (the usual assortment of chicken and pork, rice and soup). Most of the place was the same.

I experienced the moment. I was home.