|04.01.2023|

2016, I told myself I would not eat alone in Saigon. And It is almost true. Rarely I have to eat alone in Saigon. Not because I am not capable of being myself but time in Mel taught me to appreciate of my own time. But life would be more meaningful to share the quality time together. I love conversations with stories by stories. Today, after [05] years being back Saigon, I ate out alone (not voluntarily). But at that moment, I saw the maturity in my self and the road I have gone through for the last few years. I was surprised. If I was younger, I would probably be really mad. Not because of any one’s fault, just an angry bird, never satisfied with anything. 5 years later, I took a moment to appreciate a Grab driver showing me the road enthusiastically when I lost 3G signal (I guess part of me loving Saigon forever bc of thing like this); to appreciate a good piece of grilled pork chop at the shop that I wanted to try for years. And yes, just a random day in Saigon- an abnormal but interesting day Or maybe a normal day of a 30-s woman