In about less than 48 hours, i will be leaving this place where i don't see myself returning to in the next 5 years. After traveling to New York, Boston, now Las Vegas, i'm actually starting to miss home as much as i hate to admit it. My family might be thinking that i'm a crazy spendthrift to travel to places like japan and US but i find that every time i travel without them, i feel that i know more about myself and maybe mature a little bit more. Just like out of school classes, traveling is actually a form of education because the experience speaks more than just reading or watching videos; like seeing the Gondola in the Venetian wasn't all as amazing as it was on the travel and living channel.

Where we are staying now is like the heart of the city which is also known as 'THE STRIP". I always thought since Vegas is a desert, it would only have casinos, hotels, shopping centers and brothels or something. It was speaking to some retail staff that it came to me that despite being a place of many "sins", Vegas is still a place someone calls home. That totally redefined my whole definition of home. Home is not a comfortable house overlooking a garden in the suburbs nor a cozy apartment in the city. Home is where your loved ones are and where you live your life story, be it a desert or just a tiny red dot on the map.