Viet’s Strange Adventure Home for the First Time

Well, On top of dealing with my own feelings, my family gives me plenty of opportunity to utilize my meditation experience and the teachings of the Buddha to get through this life. No family is without some form of drama. My family however seems to be a constant mixture of soap opera and talk shows. I swear I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried, and fun fact, I wanted to be a writer back in elementary school. I even took it as far has writing my own action film in middle school, but other activities start to interest me and I scrapped the script. But I digress. My relationship with my mom has been really interesting. At first, she was a source of wisdom and compassion, thought she was the best mom ever. And what kid doesn’t think that at first about their mom? In the realm of Vietnamese Buddhism, it’s a saying that the first two Buddha’s you meet in this life are your mother and father. At first, without any experience of my own, it proved to be true. They taught me how ...

Well, this is the first in a series of posts of my strange adventure home to the place of my family’s origin. I’ve always wanted to go home and visit, but never in my life I would be going home to possibly walk into a marriage. Hold on, I haven’t introduced myself yet. Hello, I’m Viet, 32 going on 33, and I’m half Vietnamese. My upbringing was not the typical American family upbringing. My journey thus far begun in Kansas. Where it all began. But that’s not the home I’m returning to. The home I’m referring to is a home that I’ve only heard about and never seen with my own eyes, this home of my ancestors. The country of Vietnam.  According to Wikipedia:                                                                    Vietnam  ( UK :  / ˌ v j ɛ t ˈ n æ m ,  - ˈ n ɑː m / ,  US ...