There’s a difference between being alone and lonely, I’ve found. I’ve never felt both at the same time, but now I have. It’s a little crazy. The concept of being physically alone and feeling alone. In the past day or two I’ve felt vulnerable and alone, but that’s okay. I know it is because as cliché as it sounds, feeling something is better than feeling nothing. It’s not a bad feeling and it definitely isn’t a feeling I wish would go away. If anything it makes me want to push myself deeper into this state of being alone to find myself a little more.
I’ve been in Hanoi for a while now and I feel like it’s time to move on and get going. For the past 2 or 3 days I’ve felt like I’ve been running, but not going anywhere. I’ve seen so much and had some amazing conversations, but need to move on. I’ll be moving to Halong Bay and then heading into the mountains of northern Vietnam. I’ve officially booked my flight to Indonesia and will be saying bye to this beautiful country soon. Before I say my goodbyes, I still more to experience. It’s not over just yet.
P.S. I'm taking a hiatus from technology (work, applying to jobs, blah blah everything else). I'll be keeping in touch with my parents and blogging here and there, but for the most part I'll be unplugged.