Every weekday for 18 months I’ve walked out of my office building and chatted with Thao who sells roses and gum. She’s possibly the best thirteen year old saleswoman I’ve ever met. It seemed fitting that we would part ways with a photo and one last bouquet of roses.
I’m sad to be leaving Ho Chi Minh City, mostly because I’ll miss the friends I’ve made and the people I work with. I’ll also miss the food. At the same time, I know new adventures await.