I was messing around on photoshop. following along with some tutorials and this is what I got :)

I was messing around on photoshop. following along with some tutorials and this is what I got :)

Cuu Chi Tunnels, Ho Chi Minh City Vietnam. flickr.com/blee929

Cuu Chi Tunnels,

Ho Chi Minh City

Vietnam.

flickr.com/blee929

Taken in Mui Ne beach, Vietnam.

Taken in Mui Ne beach, Vietnam.

(The Ho Chi Minh City Opera House on a Sunday morning on Dong Khoi street. I remember taking this photo) I can’t believe that I will be leaving behind this crazy, beautiful but dirty, chaotic, constantly changing city, far far too soon. What will I do without the noise of your masses of motorbikes? What will I do without your narrow roads, your uneven pavement? How will I keep my conscience in check without your beggars to remind me that I need to cherish my life? How will I do without your onslaught of neon lighting to light up the night sky? How will I feel when I no longer hear the babble of Vietnamese, a harsh sound that I’ve come to know and love? How will I feel without your perpetual summertime weather, your six months of humid heat, six months of daily rain? Your days are always the same length, the trees and grass always the same green. What will it be like when their colours change around me? I have spent a decade in your city, your suburbs. I have spent a decade surrounded by the most brilliant, diverse, interesting, open-minded people. I have spent a decade wowed by this city’s energy. I love Saigon, and I love its people. I will never be a local, but as far as I’m concerned you are my home. I’ve learnt enough Vietnamese to shop, to take a cab, to introduce myself. I wish I had learnt more.  The year I moved to Vietnam my entire life changed. It represents a new stage of my family and my life. I feel like I belong here, in a way so much more deep and poignant than the way I feel about the countries that I am actually from.  This place made who I am, and though I hate to leave you, I must. But I will always come back.

(The Ho Chi Minh City Opera House on a Sunday morning on Dong Khoi street. I remember taking this photo)

I can’t believe that I will be leaving behind this crazy, beautiful but dirty, chaotic, constantly changing city, far far too soon.

What will I do without the noise of your masses of motorbikes? What will I do without your narrow roads, your uneven pavement? How will I keep my conscience in check without your beggars to remind me that I need to cherish my life? How will I do without your onslaught of neon lighting to light up the night sky?

How will I feel when I no longer hear the babble of Vietnamese, a harsh sound that I’ve come to know and love? How will I feel without your perpetual summertime weather, your six months of humid heat, six months of daily rain? Your days are always the same length, the trees and grass always the same green. What will it be like when their colours change around me?

I have spent a decade in your city, your suburbs. I have spent a decade surrounded by the most brilliant, diverse, interesting, open-minded people. I have spent a decade wowed by this city’s energy. I love Saigon, and I love its people. I will never be a local, but as far as I’m concerned you are my home. I’ve learnt enough Vietnamese to shop, to take a cab, to introduce myself. I wish I had learnt more. 

The year I moved to Vietnam my entire life changed. It represents a new stage of my family and my life. I feel like I belong here, in a way so much more deep and poignant than the way I feel about the countries that I am actually from. 

This place made who I am, and though I hate to leave you, I must.

But I will always come back.

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY