MY STORY

What motivates me to create this page

For the longest time,

I feel the constant anxiety that what if one day I'm gone or lost, and I lose all these thoughts, these ideas, these memories that make me 'me', then what is there to remind me of my identity?

It's also that only when I sit down and reflect do I learn the most about myself, from my mistakes, from others' mistakes.

Although I'm certainly not promoting this page because it's creepy if some stranger just reads all your thoughts, in the end, if creepy stranger finds this, I just hope that you will find my writings relatable. I might not save a life but I could perhaps a soul. mostly mine first.

MY JOURNEY

Vietnam is my home country, certainly has its rustic charms and all the chaos.

I came to the U.S., and the country became part of my story and who I am.

Hanoi, Vietnam

17 years of my life, born and raised

I'd like to think I know it inside out, the bad and the good.

Can't deny I'm in love with it on a summer night when the sky has coolen down with the sensual jasmine wafting through your hair.

Or a walk along the lakes to escape the city noise at the heart of the city.

My family, the friends without whom I would never have survived my school years.

And the food, goddamn...

But the hustle it pushes you into against your will, the judgement, the mean things life throws at you...

The U.S.

Fort Wayne is nothing like Hanoi.

It's so quiet at night it's almost deafening.

The day I arrived, no one knows my name. The anonimity is freeing and I f-ing love it.

I feel safe here. It's the cashmere blanket that would wrap around my shoulders whenever I reach for it. I guess because of the people I've come to know and love.

Chicago is a beauty. It's a city you fall in love with. And you hope to stay in love with it.

And after years of living here, it's getting harder and harder to say goodbye. So perhaps I never will.

MY STORY

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MY JOURNEY

Hanoi, Vietnam

The U.S.