Imaginary Twitter Feed

I’ve been missing the simplicity of Twitter’s one-liner story telling characteristic. I haven’t been on Twitter since college and I’m not that interested in rebooting the feed but I like sharing experiences in a quick sentence or two and I thought this may be the place to do that.


Today an old lady singled me out on a crowded bus to give me her seat when it was her stop to get off.


Few things put me on edge like when a Vietnamese Uber driver on a motorbike turns around and asks me where to go.


Trust is living in an apartment without a smoke detector.


You know when you’re sitting by a fire place and when you move away everywhere else feels too cold even when it’s still probably warm. I’m currently experiencing this in Hanoi. Now when the temperature goes below 70 I’m reaching for more layers.


I lost my Nalgene while on the back of a motorbike. It was devastating like I imagine losing a pet turtle would be devastating. It stung for a little bit but I settled using for my second (smaller) Nalgene.


My phone interaction when a Uber/Grab driver calls:


Driver: ‘ello? (Sounds like hello but one of my Airbnb hosts informed me they are not the same)

Me: Hello?

D: *something in Vietnamese*

M: Motorbike?

D: *something in Vietnamese*

M: Yes…?

(Sometimes repeats 2 or 3 times)

D: ok, ok, ok, ok. *hangs up*

Every time, never fails.


A few street holler-ers in Bangkok would yell out “Where are you from?” and then guess Germany. One hollered “Germany? Holland? I think German.” It worked for me because my hostel played Fox News each morning for breakfast, and I was okay if no one assumed that was my country that was being displayed.


I saw a small lizard crawl from under my couch to under my fridge and accepted that we are now companions because IDK how to get rid of a reptile.


I don’t do it very often in Vietnam because I feel like I need all my senses walking down the street but I do love walking in a city while listening to music in headphones.


I was invited into the home of a co worker to have a New Year’s Day dinner with her family. It was so lovely.


I find Vietnamese have no shame telling me how I look. Do I look pretty? They tell me. Do I look tired? They tell me. And I get asked if I’m tired more than I should for my work/free time ratio.