I fell in love with the city – Part 3

I call it an urge. Putting pen to paper is, without exaggeration, an undelayable, pressing desire. Somebody may say I’m putting it in a way that is too raw, but honestly, not being in time to capture all of your thoughts and ink them in, or even just make a draft, will leave nothing but a crazy regret.

I fell in love with the city – Part 1

from Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam to Tokyo, Japan
January 18 - 22, 2017
for an unforgettable trip to Japan

“Dear Linh,” my inner voice said.

While I was standing in the check-in line of the Tan Son Nhat Airport for the first time ever in my life, my inner voice started to whisper, “Dear Linh, what are you expecting from this trip?”

I fell in love with the city – Part 2

Several days ago while my sisters and I, together with a friend of mine, were ambling past some shops and the game center at an AEON Mall, my memories of Japan suddenly dropped by. They greeted me and momentarily began to guide me through the noisy place to Narita Airport. I relived the special and unique feelings of setting foot in Japan for the first time ever, ones that are so hard to find back now.