Leaving Saigon this morning, with a heavy, heavy heart.
Back to New York, to the cold, tomorrow evening.
I would write more,
but Caleb just diagnosed himself with misophonia,
which he says is a “hatred of my typing,”
exacerbated by our “emotional connection.”
I want him to go get me coffee,
so I’m going to appease him.
See you on the other side of the world!
