Oh Hoian. Writing postcards in my living room, reading, admiring tiles.
- Contemplating, bidding farewells, saying thank yous, making last-minute lists, going. This week has been a bit of a scramble: job application starts (not complaining though! I was sipping on a late night distilled coffee in a local cafe as I read through incomprehensible documents), finishing up the research, presented in the academic meeting, late afternoon ward round as the gentle afternoon glow fills the empty beds, trees turning golden and blooming voraciously, dinners (and ice cream parlours), more lake runs, wanderlust (imaginary bike tours around the country park, Huế, Saigon - they would have to wait). Happy to be going home while sad that I am leaving. Listening to CocoRosie.