back again, maybe.

Last time I was in Vietnam, I tried to blog about it every day. That didn’t work out very well.  Last time I was here, my grandfathers were still alive. Last time I was in Vietnam I spent new years eve watching a Veronica Mars marathon

A lot has changed. But when I’m back here, I feel like I did, like I always do.

I feel lost here. Literally. 

I’ve been here so many times, but I still have no idea.

I feel overwhelmed.

I feel hot, and sticky, and uncomfortable.

And disconnected.

My Vietnamese is much better now, mostly because of work. But I still don’t know what to say to anyone. And anyway, they can tell I’m not from here by looking at me. People literally stare. It’s a bit unnerving. 

Anyway, so I'm not allowed to do a lot of things here. For example, I can't eat raw vegetables/lettuce because some guy someone knew did and then he got a worm in his brain and then he died. I also can't take my phone or camera anywhere. So maybe there'll be no photos/posts again, ever. 

Anyway, so today I went to 2 different markets in search of some t-shirts that don't have any writing/words/logos/pictures/patterns/lace/frills/ruffles on them. This type of t-shirt apparently doesn't exist. Anywhere. Ever. I did find a lot of t-shirts with pretty hilarious pho puns. I would've taken photos, but you know. 

mosquito bite count: none, yet. i'm scared/dousing myself in insect repellent. but that never seems to stop them.