Blue skies: The Nha Hang (restaurant) right by our house. The van is there to transport our luggage to the San Bay (airport) ©Dian
This shot was taken on my last day in Vietnam. I was most relieved to return home, I was becoming homesick of Haroun. I stopped to take this photo as I thought this may be the last time that I walked this familiar path.
My pink bag and trusty laptop; one last shot before I left for the San Bay ©Dian
This was a view that was routine to me 5 years ago as I would walk every morning to the school bus waiting to take us to school. Now I no longer walk this road to get on the bus to go to school. No longer am I 16, either. I'm 21 and I just finished law school. And the differences don't just end there either ;)
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No, I don't forget where I grew up. But I don't wish to return, actually. I've spent 4 years there, and the subsequent 5 years in Malaysia. The next 5 years might tell a different story. I should wish the hours of my life be spent wisely.
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