It's the time of the year where my parents start pinpointing and booking holiday destinations for the year end and Chinese New Year, and the choices this year are particularly exciting.
London, India, Vietnam.
I miss London; the multiple visits there till I knew Oxford Street and a segment of the Underground as well as the local versions, the beautiful townhouses and tea shops in Bath. I love the rich Indian culture, the whole idea of dust-filled streets and spices, the hustle and bustle. Vietnam would bring me to the Cu Chi Tunnels, back to the days of the Vietnam War, back to history and Narinda - I'm not trying to be sarcastic; I love them both.
The classmates have been discussing a visit to Vietnam this year end, and I can't decide if it'd be better to head there with them [if it does materialize], or with my parents. The closest friends know how guarded I am, how much I value privacy and solitude, and they too know how much of a bitch and how grouchy I can get when matters concerning the above dig at me. I am extremely anal about certain stuff, and I can't imagine sharing a room / spending days with someone I don't love enough to keep my mouth shut regarding their living habits. Friends bring along freedom in some sense, but what good is that if they're annoying me?
Dippy must really love me; I'm not easy to handle when you know the inner me.
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