Apologies for not writing more on here these last few weeks.. The truth is that I only have one more week in Vietnam.
One more week.
Seven days.
It breaks my heart to leave this place. To leave these people I love that have become my family, the teenagers that I've watched grow and discover things about themselves, knowing that for the three times a week I spend at the orphanage the toddlers are getting held, making the homeless children near my work laugh on my morning commute, running through the busy Downtown Saigon streets to catch a bus, helping give directions and meeting extremely unique foreigners from all over the world, weird food, late nights watching American movies with Tran....
I can't believe it's all going to be gone.
I can't really tell you I'm excited to be moving back to the United States. I know that once life picks back up overseas, I'll be happy there as well but for now, leaving here hurts so badly I don't want to face it.
