One more month left in vietnam. seriously, where did time go? One minute I'm in Hanoi fighting traffic and crazy ass asians, the next thing I know I am in central Vietnam and now in a few weeks I will start wrapping up work? On one hand it feels like life slowed down to super slow motion but on the other hand time just slipped through my fingers.
Before I left, my friend katie gave me a card that reads, "Funny thing about joy is that you only really find it when you are too busy having fun to go looking for it" Although, there have been challenging times (being on my own and just working in a different country) I think I've found that joy.
I took a long bike ride tonight. I wasnt ready to make the turn back into the city so i kept going. Now that I think about it probably not the smartest thing to do, take a night time bike ride in a foreign country with a somewhat questionable bike and insufficient street lighting. However, it was just what the doctor ordered. I definitly needed some reflection time and I forget how good those moments to yourself can be. The only word I can think to describe it is, delectable. thats the first word that pops into mind and somehow i think its fitting.
I've met the coolest people in the past couple of days. A Vietnamese guy, who I think has a bit of a crush on me (21, so its not happening everyone!) a french guy name Julien who owns a bar (actually met him some time ago but he is so cute had to mention him here)and has been living in Vietnam for 7 years. A "dj" who moved to Vietnam to practice his craft (yeah get some fucking turn tables then maybe people will consider you a DJ) A new york times best selling author who has been living in Hoi An for 14 years (promised not to reveal her name)and my favorite, Ken, a 40-something Fort Lauderdale queen who is moving to bangkok.
I met Ken, at a bakery in the ancient quarter. I was looking at the desserts and so was he. We both cooed at the same dessert and that was that, we started talking. He lost most of what he had in the past few years, had to move back home to live with his mother, had a breakdown at the end of the year, a friend suggested to him to go live in bangkok until he could get on his feet and in December he put all his stuff into storage bought a one way ticket and has been in se asia since. Since he's been in Asia he has began a website that sells self improvement tools (from my understanding). And the company has been doing pretty good ever since.
We just had dinner before he left for saigon and i was just so in awe of him (not so much about the website details or the company, even though it is interesting). Here was a man, so completely broken but he managed to picked himself up, shook it off and started over. i think the starting over part is what I am in awe of. Its hard to do and some people are so afraid of it that it prevents them from taking any chances but here he is...laying on a beach, traveling asia, meeting new people, having great sex (his words-lol)with open eyes. taking it for what it is and making the best out of the moment. it was a very refreshing experience. I hope i never lose the ability or willingness to see things as they are and not what i want them to be or expect them to be.
Before I left, my friend katie gave me a card that reads, "Funny thing about joy is that you only really find it when you are too busy having fun to go looking for it" Although, there have been challenging times (being on my own and just working in a different country) I think I've found that joy.
I took a long bike ride tonight. I wasnt ready to make the turn back into the city so i kept going. Now that I think about it probably not the smartest thing to do, take a night time bike ride in a foreign country with a somewhat questionable bike and insufficient street lighting. However, it was just what the doctor ordered. I definitly needed some reflection time and I forget how good those moments to yourself can be. The only word I can think to describe it is, delectable. thats the first word that pops into mind and somehow i think its fitting.
I've met the coolest people in the past couple of days. A Vietnamese guy, who I think has a bit of a crush on me (21, so its not happening everyone!) a french guy name Julien who owns a bar (actually met him some time ago but he is so cute had to mention him here)and has been living in Vietnam for 7 years. A "dj" who moved to Vietnam to practice his craft (yeah get some fucking turn tables then maybe people will consider you a DJ) A new york times best selling author who has been living in Hoi An for 14 years (promised not to reveal her name)and my favorite, Ken, a 40-something Fort Lauderdale queen who is moving to bangkok.
I met Ken, at a bakery in the ancient quarter. I was looking at the desserts and so was he. We both cooed at the same dessert and that was that, we started talking. He lost most of what he had in the past few years, had to move back home to live with his mother, had a breakdown at the end of the year, a friend suggested to him to go live in bangkok until he could get on his feet and in December he put all his stuff into storage bought a one way ticket and has been in se asia since. Since he's been in Asia he has began a website that sells self improvement tools (from my understanding). And the company has been doing pretty good ever since.
We just had dinner before he left for saigon and i was just so in awe of him (not so much about the website details or the company, even though it is interesting). Here was a man, so completely broken but he managed to picked himself up, shook it off and started over. i think the starting over part is what I am in awe of. Its hard to do and some people are so afraid of it that it prevents them from taking any chances but here he is...laying on a beach, traveling asia, meeting new people, having great sex (his words-lol)with open eyes. taking it for what it is and making the best out of the moment. it was a very refreshing experience. I hope i never lose the ability or willingness to see things as they are and not what i want them to be or expect them to be.
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