God has heard

I'm home. Singapore-Home.

Don't get me wrong, i love Singapore.

But Vietnam... feels so much like home too. So much.

I miss everyone so much.

My last moments outside the hotel were.. a little sad. There were some funny moments though. Like how our luggages were so heavy that when they were loaded on to the taxi, the taxi actually moved by itself.

But then, i was supposed to meet someone for the last time before I leave. I told him i was leaving at 6am, so if he could make it before 6, he'd call. Then i called him at 5.50am. The line got cut off halfway. I had the impression he overslept. So we left for the airport. At 6.17am he called me, just when i arrived at the airport. I told him i was at the airport. And he said "Oh... Anh.. Hotel." He sounded so sad, i could feel the sad-waves transmitting thru the phone. Turns out he rushed to the hotel. But we left.

Then when i reached Singapore, i felt a little depressed. But thank God for my famille. My dad, Korkor, aunty leng. They were all there to pick me up. And everyone was happy and chatty, made me feel better. We had lunch and all. Then when i got home, i totally dreaded the unpacking part. Totally. I hate unpacking.

Everything smelt like Room 504, the clothes, the books, the bags, the plastic bags, the socks, the papers. Everything. Then, he called. And he asked how was i. And the normal stuff. But i started tearing. And i couldn't stop!

Everything was all grey. gray. I went to my kitchen, it was drizzling. And i stood by the kitchen window for a little while to smell the air - as usual. Everything i smelt, everything i saw. Everything in reality, was replaced by memories of Vietnam.
I said a little prayer to God, asking for strength, asking for his protection for the people i love and left. I prayed that i would not be overwhelmed by memories.

And thats how much i miss Vietnam.