people talk about home and yet I feel like having so many 'homes' to miss everytime I leave...

Got an amazing Monday night in Saigon as the last night. Went to the (currently) tallest tower in Vietnam and checked the city with a different view. Then Carmen and listened to flamenco. I still can feel the beat that day, aww, that was really awesome though my mom didn't show any interest. 

Raining in Hanoi, all day, all night. Cold and sad. Listening to Bittersweet by Amy Diamond. More than ever, feeling cold and sad.

Wanna go back to Saigon, like, seriously.