Hanoi, 28/11/20

It was twenty degrees out. The way I know this place, this temperature is already enough to make people want to hide behind thick windbreakers from gusts as sharp as knives.

While sitting under a tree and sipping on a half-empty cup of black tea with cream that I'd brought from home, I had the chance to reflect on the past few years.

I'd been back here for a month .

Home. It always feels strange to say it, because I've been to so many places and been so many different versions of myself. I started to feel distant from the very place where I grew up in, and who I am.

I've had so many "homes" to know which one is my true home, but I realised that I don't have to have just one home.

Home, is wherever I feel grounded.

Staying in touch with myself, being surrounded by things that remind me of what's inside, make me feel grounded.

So it doesn't matter how many versions of me there is. I'm still me.

I'm glad of every decision that I've made, grateful for all the roads that I've travelled.

It felt good to be alone by myself for a while, with the serenity of this rare, quiet moment.

I looked at the buildings dotted with light from apartment windows, at the row of trees lit by strings of light, at the still water reflecting this mesmerising view...

Life is unpredictable, and you might never know where you might end up tomorrow, but beauty is everywhere if you choose to see it.

And city lights are stunning anywhere.