To start, I am alone. I am in college—freshman year. And just because I'm a freshman, don't you dare write me off as another homesick, bummer boy who's just crying about how he can't go home to mommy. It doesn't always work like that. This is my first piece of writing work on Vocal, so don't judge too hard.
I was dodging the traffic when I nearly bumped into her, or perhaps she just skilfully scooped me up from the throng of visitors preoccupied with avoiding being run over by one of the thousands of motorbikes, scooters, buses, taxis, and cars that are omnipresent on Ho Chi Minh City’s filthy streets.