I fell asleep as soon as I got into the plane to Saigon, looked at the food all bleary-eyed and dozed off again. However, 20 minutes before we landed, I was at the edge of my seat, wide awake, butterflies zooming around crazily in my tummy.
The city has changed. Friends have moved away, the ones remaining no longer hang out with each other as much as we used to (which was probably overmuch anyway), lives have gone on. The city has grown up and so have we. Yet the feeling of home remains.
I was on a motorbike again in a sea of 2, 3 (just in district 1), and 4-wheeled vehicles. I had amazing street food, waited for my smoothie, listened to my friends play music, sang and danced to their old and new songs, danced in a sleazy bar... I have a little more than four days left then it's back to my new reality.
I'm lucky to have lived in Vietnam when I did. Not because it's better than what it is now, but because it was what I needed then. I'm not trying to be deep here. Haha. It's just what it is.