The second I moved out of my house when I was 18, I knew that I was a city girl. I had big dreams of moving to San Francisco, which somehow ended up turning into LA (I still am not 100% sure how that happened). When I first arrived in Saigon, I think I felt a bit more comfortable than the other girls when it came to the chaos of city life. Now I’m not saying I was 100% comfortable, far from it, but I did feel a bit like I was at home.

The funny thing about being here for the past couple months is that I think I’ve started to appreciate mellow towns and mother nature more. Hanging out in Mui Ne was ridiculously refreshing, and getting to see some of the natural world has been more uplifting than anticipated. The pollution, motorbikes, chaos, street vendors, and overall bad mood of some of the people in Ho Chi Minh compared to the small villages has made me reevaluate the charm of small towns. I used to think that sometimes the craziness of cities was all that I needed, but now all I want to do it sit and look at some pretty green and blue stuff.

Don’t tell me I’m turning into a hippy.
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