It’s no exaggeration, but one of my reasons for studying abroad is because of… cats. About 10 years ago when I was in Vietnam, I was first allowed to have a cat, a long-haired white cat named Salem. Two years of raising Salem was indeed a “nightmare” because I couldn’t stop the fact that “she” often ran away from home to go out to play. Every morning, when I wake up, I panic to look for a cat, it’s okay to find it, if I can’t find it, I have to wander all the same caves and alleys “meow”, breaking out in cold sweat thinking about how many markets selling dogs and cats and some “little tiger” shops on the dike. Until one day, my parents also had to decide to let Salem go to end my long chain of worries and insecurities. That was also the day that I decided I would move to a more beautiful place (?) – where the house doesn’t have too many crossroads, shortcuts, where people don’t steal cats, don’t eat meat. cat, and didn’t laugh in my face when I was messing around with the “Finding lost cat” sign. It may have been the philosophy of a little girl, but it was a significant motivation for me to set foot in America.