Ngay 30 Thang 4


For the longest time I would commemorate my birthday by counting not my own chronological age but the number of  years we’ve been in America and, by the same token, the number of years we’ve been away from Vietnam. It’s one of many quirky symptoms of being an immigrant; a by-product of the refugee mentality you might say.  So this would mark the 34th year that we left Vietnam for a new life in the US.  When the Việt Kiềus (or overseas Vietnamese) talk about Ngày 30 Tháng 4 there’s a collective feeling of loss. For others around the world, April 30, 1975 was just the day Saigon fell. Perhaps one day I will blog about my impressions of this bittersweet experience, when I’ve found the courage to do it justice.

Today, I’d rather reflect on the beauty I found in Vietnam on my recent trips back there.  As with most things in life, it’s just better to find happiness in the present than to linger over sadness in nostalgia.  Vietnam is certainly no longer my home, but–as I suspect this to be true with many first-generation immigrants–something always feels amiss until I am there. And that’s the quirkiest symptom of all.



  1. larkie

    hi Trang! thanks so much for reading my blog. it’s always fun to find tpfers here 😀 !!

  2. Trang

    Hi Larkie,
    I have been reading your blog for quite a while now. I followed you from the purse forum. I think i should say hi before i become a stalker of your lovely blog 😛 I enjoyed very much the way you write and the way you view the world. I’m a Vietnamese who was born after the war. I didn’t experienced what happened back then but I understand it must have been an unpleasant ( to put it lightly) experience for you. Apart from this, I can certainly identify with you about being away and feeling something amiss 🙂

    I love all the pictures you have above. They are really truly beautiful. Thank you for your blog 🙂

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