親愛的朋友們：

　　外面的氣溫是攝氏零下50度，坐在窗邊的我感到有點冷。這一刻，我正在距離地面12公里的雲端上、在Michigan Lake的上空飛行。飛機正跨越加拿大，來到美國的邊境。今天的日出很漂亮，天空呈弓狀型﹑像火焰般耀眼的紅色。雲看起來一團團的，好像火山口裡正在發光的熔漿。真希望你們也都能看到；悄然不動的靜立在塵世之上，這個景色是多麼的美麗壯觀。在飛機上看日出讓人覺得自己在廣闊的世界上是多麼的渺小，而我今天穿越的旅途只不過是世界的一小部份罷了。15個小時以前，我的班機從香港起飛，在東京停留了一陣子，現在正要前往 Detroit作另一個短暫的停留。再過4小時，我就可以回到在紐約 Rochester 的家；已經一年沒有回家了。

　　嘩！我在這裡了！回到自己的房間、用自己的電腦、用自己的滑鼠、坐在自己的椅子上。這些東西讓我覺得很快樂，不是因為對這些東西的依附，而是因為它們就好像自己的朋友一樣親切。回家讓我重新測定在生活上的尺度。這8個月以來，每天睡在不同的飯店，我的生活變得漂浮不定，像一只沒有錨的船，或是斷了線的風箏；沒有讓我抓得住的東西、沒有可以倚靠的地方。除了我的音樂以 外，生活是沒有規律的。不管我去哪裡，只有音樂一直陪著我。雖然這樣的生活是蠻有趣的，但是回 家提醒了我，生活可以很不一樣，是比較踏實的。回到家我可以做回自己 ﹕100%很普通的一個男生。

　　接下來在美國的這5天，我決定要輕鬆的渡過、要吃飽睡好、還有就是要準備接下來錄音的工作。

　　在紐約這段時間，最主要的還是放輕鬆、享受下雪的情景以及和家人共處的時光。這個感恩節是我 在亞洲當流行歌手那種瘋狂忙亂 的 生活中期待已久的日子。天下著雪，讓整個住宅區顯得特別寧靜。凌晨2:14，只有我的G3所發出的呼聲以及那從我半堵塞的鼻子所發出的呼吸聲。雖然外面很冷，可是家裡卻很溫暖，連腳都是溫暖的。我仿彿聽見自己的心跳聲，那是快樂的聲音。回家的感覺真好。

感恩節快樂

Homeboy

Outside is ?50 degrees Celsius, and I am chilly sitting by the window. At this moment, I am flying twelve kilometers over the clouds above Lake Michigan, having just crossed the border from Canada to the United States. It was a beautiful sunrise this morning?the entire circumference of sky was arched in red flame. The cloud formations had a lumpy texture and looked like glowing magma in the stomach of a volcano. I wish you all could have seen it, motionless above the world, this palette was spectacular. Witnessing the sunrise from an airplane make you humble before what great powers lie beyond the distance. And it is a small portion indeed of this distance over which I traveled today. Fifteen hours ago my plane left Hong Kong, stopped in Tokyo and now is about to have another layover in Detroit. In four more hours, I?ll arrive at my home in Rochester, New York. It?s been a year since I?ve been back?

Wow! Here I am! Back in my own room, working on my own computer, using my own mouse and sitting in my own chair. These things make me happy not because of any attachment to material things, but because they fall into my hands like familiar friends. Being home recalibrates my meters. Having spent every night in different hotels for the last eight months, I have become adrift, like a ship with no anchor, or a kite with no string. Nothing holds me down, I have no base on which to rest or lean upon, and there is little constant in my life except for my music. It accompanies me wherever I go. Although this is a fun way to live, being home reminds me that things can be different, and more down to earth. Being home lets me be myself: 100 percent just a normal guy.

For the next five days that I am in the States, I plan on taking it easy, eating and sleeping a lot, and preparing the recording session .

For the most part, here in New York, I am ready to relax, enjoy the snow and spend time with my family. This Thanksgiving is a long awaited respite in the crazy world of being a pop musician in Asia. The snow falling makes things quiet in the neighborhood, the soothing whir of my G3, and my soft breathing through a slightly stuffed up nose are the sounds as I sit in front of my computer at 2:14 a.m. finishing this letter. Though it's cold outside, even my feet are warm inside my house. I can almost hear my heartbeat, it's a happy one. It's good to be home.

Happy Thanksgiving, Lee-hom Wang