Wandering and wondering
Bring this backyard sunshine back Despite the relentless flow of the first year, I finally gathered some time to continue this blog, sitting on the bumpy R4 bus on the umpteenth cloudy day of fall. No words can describe the rollercoaster I have been on for the past two months. I know it’s cliché, but it was just like yesterday when I just melting on a green hammock at my home in Saigon, sipping bubble tea and asking for another piece of bánh tráng nướng from my ever-indulging aunt. In a flash, I was fighting jetlag around the labyrinthine corners of UBC, eyes glued to Google Maps while praying that I wouldn’t collide with a rocket-speed cyclist on Main Mall. Somehow, I returned to my middle school version - a tired bus rider listening to EDM and cheesy pop music on her 1.5-hour commute to school (one-way). As the lead-tinted clouds of Vancouver floated above the golden maple trees, I began the next chapter of my life on an overcrowded bus ride, just like seven years ago across th...