If someone told me, Tammy, tomorrow you’re moving to Sierra Leone/South Korea/Colombia/etc I’d have no qualms. I’d be excited and already packed. But once I relocate to a country I like to stay where I’m at. For example, I’d been in the same house in the Ba Dinh area of Hanoi for a year. I love my landlady, I call her mamma Thuy. I love everything about the studio. So, when I decided I wanted to foster dogs and therefore I’d need to move to a place with a yard, I got super nervous. Les Go Move House.
The process
Yup. That’s all my worldly processions loaded onto a motorbike. Everything I own can fit onto a bike. These wonderful movers showed up 10 minutes early (I love people who are early) and moved all my stuff from the fourth floor in Hanoi heat. That is some shit. They loaded it up then I literally let them drive off with all my possessions. Like, zero f*cks were given. I didn’t know them and they didn’t know me and I just was like, K, see you at this random address in 15 mins!
As I drove my happy ass going 25 mph to my new house I was hoping the whole time they were behind me.
I’m one of those people who can not have my shit in suitcases or boxes. When I’d move back in the States the first thing that I’d unpack would be my books. Here I don’t have many books (I use this amazing book lending site , readaway library in Hanoi) but I didn’t give myself time to relax so I unpacked.
I call this Hanoi Chic. I took old street food stools and slabs of granite I found in my yard to make tables. I strive to be a minimalist. This area will serve as my office, living room and reading nook.
You know, I left my comfort zone where I had been for a year in Hanoi all so I could foster these dogs. And you know, Momo (the one who is very traumatized) is getting on so well with everything. She is growing accustomed to dogs and slowly, very slowly, to humans.
As for the pit bull Bun, she a got damn ham.
Les Go... 