I dreamt about him last night.
But this time,
I woke up differently.
Having given up a night for him,
I refused to give him a moment of my day. 183 more words
Here marks the end of 8 weeks in Hanoi. My flight leaves this evening, and I begin the marathon journey home.
I said goodbye to my friends at the barber, my competitors at the taxi corner where I play chinese chess, the staff at the different restaurants where I became a regular, and the different people in my house and work placement. 468 more words