Blog 17: On Flight to the Motherland
Two nights ago, I had a dream that I was flying in an airplane to the native country of my family. My whole family was in a fuss about it, and they all didn't want me to go. However, I ended up going anyway. I remember being on the long flight going there, not knowing whether I was really going anywhere. Then, the very family members who were adamant about me not going, were on the airplane going with me. The next thing I remember, we were in an airport unlike the one I remember seeing so many years ago. It wasn't an airport at all... it looked more like a casino! (How odd! There are probably little to no casinos in this country in real life.) I then remember coming back to New York and feeling happy; the type of happiness that I have never felt before. Perhaps I felt fulfilled after having finally gone back to the country after 10 years? Who know? But maybe I should go back one day... it has been way too long.