In my head, I was never going to be one of 'those' travellers who come back from a trip gushing and starry-eyed, "it changed my life!". But I think I came back with a little piece of my heart still in Saigon, unironically, in the sense that I still daydream about living there. And it won't be a stretch to say that I was really swept up in the magic that was night time Hoi An. I haven't looked at the pictures since because... just because.
I don't know what more to write. I've told the stories over and over, and while Saigon and Hanoi I've shared with people openly, Hoi An and Ha Long Bay I've kept to myself.
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What happened to the girl who couldn't get through the day without breaking down? She's been replaced by the girl who screams inside the car and runs around sounding manic on the phone. Healthier probably.
I don't know what more to write. I've told the stories over and over, and while Saigon and Hanoi I've shared with people openly, Hoi An and Ha Long Bay I've kept to myself.
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What happened to the girl who couldn't get through the day without breaking down? She's been replaced by the girl who screams inside the car and runs around sounding manic on the phone. Healthier probably.
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