HCM is home. Mi's hospitality makes this place home. I have my own room. I have a gym. I have a pool downstairs. I have home cooked meals and vietnamese sandwiches for breakfast. I drink Vietnamese coffee daily. And go to bed at a decent hour. And I sleep in too. I watch tv, I read books, I unwind. It really does feel like home. Probably more so than my own home in DC feels at this very moment. Sad, but true.