I love the way the wind blows at night in Saigon. Nights in this city are a perfect end to sunny days.
Everyday I wake up happy.
I go to bed happy as well. I appreciate
life here. I am no longer feeling like my hours are being wasted sleeping or
tooling off on the internet.
Today I want to be right here, in
Saigon. I am loving my time here, even
when things are weird or uncomfortable. I love it.
Perhaps my brain has finally, finally,
finally, caught up with my body. And here it is, in Saigon. Alert and
observant. Not judging. Always being grateful. I am grateful every morning I
get to wake up and see our sun-shadowed bedroom through the blue mosquito
netting. Even when those early morning hours are passed in sleep, even when
I’ve frequented the same bakery day after day, even when we twice failed to
leave our district and go into the city, even then I can say boldly that the
day was good. Though I’ve made relatively little progress sod my blog, my
website, or my novel, I feel very proud of
any small progress I make.
I’m sure some of this happiness comes
from being in a city where I feel mobile. A city that offers me enough choices
to feel content, even if I choose the same restaurant or cafe day after day. I
am also happy to be in an apartment, which somehow makes so much difference.
Knowing that I have autonomy over my domain, not have to acknowledge anyone on
my way in or out of the apartment each day. Having space to spread out and rule
my territory. Having exposure to local people and life and being able to
observe it at a distance, without being targeted as a tourist and peddled to or
served. I can walk through the streets and exist as a person, nothing more.
- Saturday , Jan. 17, 2015 Tous les Jours, Saigon 2:08 pm
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