It’s been four long weeks of travel. Finally in a few hours we’ll be heading back home to Hanoi. There are so many stories to tell and small things to recount. But it’ll all have to wait. For now, we pack. I’ve got bags full of film and expired Polaroids and my old Speed Graphic that has been sitting in a storage space for the past three years. Plus so much more. I’ve never carried this many bags back to Vietnam. It’s the end of this trip but returning feels very much like the beginning of something new. Which is exciting. Things couldn’t be better.
from swerve of shore 