Paris (with a short trip to the country side in Rennes -even drove a tractor lawn-mower, first time in my life) was really not as exciting as the first three months I had been there. Mostly because I knew I was leaving so I wouldn't commit to anything at all. However, dancing was fabulous (on boats on the river, in clubs and other studios). Eventually, the D-day arrived and it was time to pack my life in a 100L backpack again. A thing I hate doing. However, I hate goodbyes even more and it keeps on happening these days.Short stay in Hong Kong, saw some of my dear friends and dancers (more goodbyes, sigh) and 2 days later I was once again in the plane, heading for Saigon.
Here I am, sitting on a table at Megan's house, writing on this blog (and chatting on facebook with Megan while she's sitting on her laptop right opposite me). It feels strange, being in Vietnam -my country of origin, and very unexpected. I don't know what I'm doing here, where I'm going and obbviously how I'm going to get there... Kinda lost at the moment and I miss my close friends already. Magri, Seahorse, Bun, E, Ib, Quati, Princess!!! Come and visit!!! I never thought I'd feel this way to be honest. I guess it's part of the reason I went travelling 1 year and 5 months ago. I'm currently learning heaps about myself.
Having said that, as soon as I arrived, Adam and Isabelle took me to meet the Saigon Swing crew and friends at Donia's birthday party, what an awesome bunch of warm and welcoming peeps who immediately made me feel like home. Thanks guys, you're bringing me back to the VLX, and I loved the 3am food!!
I think I do want to settle in Saigon, but for some reason something really strong deep inside is slowing me down. Whatever, what's deep inside is always creepy and I've never listened to it anyway. I'll go to the end of it, I hate doing things half way:
- learn vietnamese
- be a local
- start a new life as a fitness trainer
- become a millionnaire,
and in that exact order.
Will keep you posted on these!
