So i just went back to my home country, Hưng Yên, which is around 60km away from Hanoi. Super quiet and peaceful, brings me down to earth and reminds me i always have my family whenever i feel alone. Being away from home, every week i'll have a day i can't sleep thinking of family. Now that i have the chance to visit my home, i came back on the bike with my bro, visiting my grandparents first.
This is the place where my grandparents rest now. Beautiful scenery and very close to home, just a few km away. That big grave in the center, that's my grandpa. He's well respected here in the village. My mom taught me that i need to love people around me so that they will respect me. It's hard to do sometimes, esp your enemies, but it's easier than hating them. :)
I went to my grandma's grave as well, next to grandpa, and while praying my tears couldn't stop. I don't know why, i just miss her so much. The time that i'm gone it can't be made up easily, and if i'm married i'll be back even less. Somehow it bugs me, will grandma be sad??
After lunch we rode back to Hanoi, 60km is not that long but i wanted it to last. Kept thinking back bout the time i'm back in Hưng Yên when i was small, with my distant relatives eating home cooked foods, having stay-overs for the whole week... Those are the memories that you grow up with. Somehow i wanna be a child again, free to come back to Hưng Yên whenever i want. Will i have a chance to come back every year? Or will i let work and Singapore take me away?
Hưng Yên has become a modern city now. The road back and forth are filled with greens. It's amazing to see how fast things changed over just 5-6 years!
We came back to Hanoi to this place, that adds more weight on my burdened heart. Beautiful deco, very vintage, featuring items from the 1950s of Vietnam, the early days of independence. All this, has been the fruit of my ancestors, since the old times in Bãi Sậy war. We had to change family name to Nguyễn to stay alive. Never once forgot how brutal it was for our people to get peace today.
This is the same table i grew up studying on. Lots of kids have them in those days :) the edge has a lining to keep pens from falling off the table.
All the old days printed on the walls. You see everything about the lives of those people: wedding, family, food, work, farm, brothers and sisters, school, children, death...
I will treasure my every second at my home country. It's where i came from, where i belong, where my heart always loves.
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