recently, I’ve realized that I’ve been listening to Laufey quite often. it’s probably her voices that draws me in, and the lyrics of course. then I’ve been thinking a lot about my past: old experiences, the day at Gale Port when I would go to the beach almost every day, listen to music, and read. “The Book of Joy” - I remember that clearly. recently I feel my soul is divided. one part of me is practical and dedicated to my work, while the another just wants to collapse a little, to destroy everything along with it. it’s strange, sometimes I want to cry but cannot. then watching a silly little Kdrama and I was like “khóc như chó”. such a powerful magic.
life in Saigon is fine, but it doesn’t quite feel like mine. my life, my long life, my partner in crime, my anchor is settled in Hanoi. being in a new city like this, far from family, starting over socially, it’s unfamiliar in a way I didn’t expect. still, I’m in my 30s something, so it should be fine. though somedays, all I want is to lie in bed, open Spotify, and let the hour pass without doing anything at all.