Ky Tran - A bit of everything

I’ve had the chance to share my journey of moving across the states with others, and they really enjoy hearing about it. I’ve noticed that whenever I talk about my travels and the amazing things I’ve seen around the world, people are genuinely interested. The more you travel and explore, the more interesting you become, it opens your mind and gives you stories worth telling.  

I saw fireflies for the first time, not in the countryside, but in a big city. There's a small park near my home where I walk to every day, and to my surprise, one evening I noticed tiny glowing dots drifting through the air, fading in and out. Then I realized, they were fireflies. It felt magical. Since then, I've enjoyed my walks in the park even more. Nature is incredibly beautiful, and moments like this make me appreciate it even more.  

 Living in a big city has its perks—an efficient metro system, daily events, and something always going on. It never feels boring. I still miss home, but this city isn’t so bad; I’m starting to like it more and more. One thing I’ve noticed, though, is the litter. I just hope people become more responsible and take the time to clean up after themselves. The least we can do is keep the place they live clean.

Have you ever had a time when you were incredibly busy, work just kept coming, and you felt completely overwhelmed? Then, suddenly, it all stops. There's nothing left to do. And instead of feeling relief, you feel like something’s missing, an emptiness, like you’ve lost a sense of purpose.  That’s when it hits you: life feels more meaningful when you’re being useful. We all need a sense of purpose, and work often gives us that. Of course, being too busy isn’t healthy either, but balance is where fulfillment lives.  

I've heard the word homesick many times before, but I never truly understood what it meant—until now. I miss home. Even though I'm adjusting to this new place, I still carry memories of the one I left behind. I guess homesickness comes when you’ve made a lot of good memories in the place you once called home.  

 Have you ever had to stay completely quiet in the house while someone was sleeping? Trying not to make a single sound, yet still needing to get things done? I’ve found myself in that situation a few times over the past few months. Honestly, it’s not too bad — I’ve gotten pretty efficient at it. Maybe I really am mastering some kind of ninja skill.