We left Vietnam about a month ago in a bit of frenzy, which is possibly the best way to leave a country that you have grown attached to. Vietnam is not an easy place to leave, so luckily for us we spent the last day a mad panic trying to close our bank accounts, get our money changed into something that isn’t ‘dong’ (Vietnam’s closed currency is just totally useless bits of paper outside of the country), and standing in long queues to get emergency passports/visas. So in reality we didn’t get a chance to spare a thought for our last glimpses of our temporary homecity until the evening for one last, reflective bia hoi dinner.
One of my friends asked me, ‘How are you feeling?’ I said, ‘I don’t know…weird.’
She told me an interesting fact. The chemical brain processes and physical reactions of nervousness and excitement are exactly the same, and it is just our perspective that decides which one we are feeling. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all the next day: when we driving up in the taxi along the dike road that I drove up almost every day on my motorbike and especially when we took off on the aeroplane to Moscow.