{"id":1149,"date":"2025-05-15T17:10:55","date_gmt":"2025-05-15T17:10:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/?page_id=1149"},"modified":"2025-07-15T09:12:17","modified_gmt":"2025-07-15T09:12:17","slug":"its-meani","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/vi\/its-meani\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s MEANI!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Hi, I\u2019m Meani. And if you're wondering why you rarely see my face in the pictures - congrats, you\u2019ve just met a hardcore introvert in her natural habitat.
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A friend got married. We got groovy. Classic us \ud83d\ude02<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>
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Now, I\u2019d love to tell you some deep, poetic story about soul-searching and personal growth\u2026

But let\u2019s be real: my life has been a full-blown soap opera from the start. The kind that feels like a telenovela directed by chaos itself.

\n\nBut don\u2019t worry! I won\u2019t spill all the tea here. That\u2019s what our podcast is for: THE SHEET SHOW<\/span>. <\/b>
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Yes, it\u2019s messy. Yes, it\u2019s real. Yes, that\u2019s a pun. And no, we\u2019re not holding back.

So stay tuned \ud83c\udf99\ufe0f\ud83d\ude0c\n<\/b><\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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\ud83d\udc36 A picture of us and our ridiculously cute dogs, just to lure you into our podcast \ud83d\ude08\ud83c\udfa7<\/i><\/b><\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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Anyway, back to the story.

I was born in 1996, right in the middle of the chaos that is Hanoi. The kind of place that never sleeps, never slows down, and never quite lets you catch your breath. It had everything - great food, history, heart, even noise, dust, and traffic jam.\n\n But for me, Hanoi was never home. Not really.<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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Found this old collage on my dusty old computer. I was 15 when I made it. You\u2019ll notice I barely smiled in the pictures from when I was little. That\u2019s just who I was: a quiet, introverted kid who hated dresses, avoided anything pink, didn\u2019t like taking pictures, and secretly wished I were a boy. Life back then wasn\u2019t easy.<\/figcaption>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/figure>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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It\u2019s hard to explain, but from a young age, I always felt like I didn\u2019t quite belong. Like I was watching life from behind glass. I followed the rules, played the part, smiled on cue\u2026 but inside, I was just tired. Of pretending. Of fitting in. Of holding it together.<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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When I was younger, I used to think being introverted and shy was something bad. So <\/i>I was trying so hard to break out of my introverted shell, to become someone better. <\/i>I joined all the clubs: singing, dancing, photography... - always busy, always surrounded. And sure, I had friends. But deep down, I always felt like I didn\u2019t belong. Like I was just\u2026 floating. Surrounded, but still completely alone.<\/i><\/span>
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Hanoi was also where I learned what heartbreak really feels like. Sadness, hopelessness, emotional damage, pain... whatever you want to call it, I felt it all... At a very young age...

And yes, it hurt me deeply. It still does. It\u2019s where people I trusted the most - people I thought would understand me, protect me - hurt me the deepest...

And that kind of pain stays with you.
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By the time I was diagnosed with depression at 21, my husband was already part of my life, and thank God for that. Looking back, I think I\u2019d been depressed since my teens. I didn\u2019t want meds. I wanted to deal with it on my own terms. He helped me more than I can say. So did our dogs. They saved my life, really. But depression never really leaves. Some days are better. Some aren\u2019t. So I decided to try medication at 26. It didn\u2019t sit well with me. Couldn't stand the feeling. So I stopped.<\/figcaption>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/figure>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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The cruel part? Hanoi also gave me love.

It's also where I met my husband. I was 20. We crossed paths at a time when I was trying to figure out who I was. He didn\u2019t try to fix me. He just\u2026 stayed. Quietly, kindly. Like he saw me before I saw myself. He was this sweet, patient, but also really loudly crazy Romanian guy who somehow looked at all my chaos and didn\u2019t run. He saw the storm inside me and said \"Yeah, you're as crazy as me. You're the one. I'll stay.\" And he did. He stayed. He chose to stay.
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So yeah - the city might have given me love, but also a heaviness I couldn\u2019t carry anymore. It was a place full of memories - some beautiful, most bruised. I wanted to love it. I tried. But no matter what, the weight of it was too much. I tried to make it work. I really did. But I couldn\u2019t breathe there. I couldn\u2019t be there. So I knew I had to go. But I couldn't go then, because I was only in my second year of university. And where would I even go? That was the bigger question.

And truth is, the real turning point came a little earlier.

At 19, before meeting the love of my life, I was freshly single and I wanted to change the vibe. So with no plan whatsoever, I booked a solo trip to S\u00e0i G\u00f2n (SG\/HCMC). Just me and my emotional baggage. I wasn\u2019t looking for anything, I wasn\u2019t searching for paradise. I just needed out. I was just desperate to feel free. It was an escape. To find a place where I didn\u2019t have to perform, where I could let the sadness fall off my shoulders and just\u2026 exist. Be real. Be whole. Be me.

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But when I landed\u2026 something shifted.

The city felt warmer. Softer. Lighter. Not in the weather - in the energy. People didn\u2019t stare. Didn\u2019t gossip. Didn\u2019t care who I was with, what I wore, or how many weird dreams I had. I wasn\u2019t news anymore... I was invisible, in the best way. For someone like me, that was everything. It didn\u2019t feel like it was watching me, judging me, trying to fix me. It just let me be.

And for the first time, I felt light. Free. Alive.

I didn\u2019t stay. Not yet. But I made myself a quiet promise: one day, I\u2019d come back.
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Fast forward a few years.

At 22, I shocked everyone - including myself - and got married. To a foreigner. Yep. To that crazy Romanian guy. Yup. Me. The emotionally tired, introverted chaos gremlin who couldn\u2019t commit to a hairstyle for more than three weeks. I got married.<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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People were stunned. \u201cYou?! Settling down?!\u201d My friends thought it was a prank. With my wild, free-spirited, always-chasing-something personality, everyone thought I\u2019d be the last one to settle down \u2014 if ever.

But what can I say?...

When it\u2019s right, it\u2019s right.

Too early? Nah, perfect timing.

Best decision of my life? 10000%.

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We all went to a fancy buffet to celebrate the beginning of our happy ending! Had to snap this pic before the feast \u2014 trust me, post-buffet bellies would've told a very different story \ud83d\ude02\ud83c\udf7d\ufe0f\u2764\ufe0f<\/figcaption>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/figure>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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And the thing is, it didn\u2019t feel like settling. It felt like... arriving.

Like, for once, I was just perfect for someone. I didn't have to feel like we weren't equal. I knew that we would always be on the same page. I understood that whatever happens, he would always be there to back me up, no matter what.

And for once, I was just truly happy, from the bottom of my heart. I realized that I could love someone that truly, that deeply, and also could get loved the exact way I wanted to be loved. I've found my soulmate, really.

And yes, sure, I might\u2019ve been the first one to tie the knot, but let\u2019s be real: I\u2019ll definitely be the last one to have kids. And to be honest, that checks out!<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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BUT HOLD UP \u2014 that\u2019s actually not true. I do have kids! A whole bunch of them. They just bark, meow, and shed like crazy \ud83d\ude05 That\u2019s me, cooking for my little chaos crew. Who said I\u2019m not a mom?! \ud83d\udc3e\ud83c\udf72\ud83d\udc36<\/figcaption>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/figure>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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So anyway, I graduated (from the National Economics University) in 2018, got married, packed up my husband and made good on that promise to myself.

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No flights, just four wheels, two humans, a few dogs, and the entire country ahead of us. Hanoi to Saigon, and somehow, also the ride of a lifetime.<\/i><\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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2018 was the year I left Hanoi behind for good. Saigon was the dream. Until, of course, I decided life was too short to be comfortable (of course I did \u2014 I'm all about changes. CAN'T STAY PUT. Yup, that's me!).

So I convinced my husband to pack up and move with me to Danang. It was a totally random, impulsive move. Looked cute on paper - felt kinda meh in real life. He loved it. I didn\u2019t. I missed Saigon like it owed me money. Desperately wanted to move back. <\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Fireworks in the sky, butterflies in the belly \ud83d\udca5\ud83d\udcab Danang DIFF 2024 \u2014 surprise success!<\/figcaption>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/figure>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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So what do you do when you\u2019re emotionally allergic to routine? You pack your husband, eight pets, your favorite noodle maker, and your questionable life choices, and you move across the world.

We literally smuggled (legally) eight living, breathing furballs on the plane, and just... left.

International flight.

Layovers.

Jet lag.

Dog pee in airport pet toilet.

Missed our flight from Turkey. A legend was born.\n(Shoutout to Turkish Airlines for not kicking us out.)

And Hello, Romania! \u2708\ufe0f
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New country.

New language. New everything. Same me.

Now I\u2019m here. Still figuring it out. Still healing from Hanoi. Still carrying pieces of every city I\u2019ve ever loved and left. But this time, I\u2019m doing it my way.

And whether you\u2019re here for the drama, the laughs, the random soup cravings (I\u2019m a little obsessed \ud83c\udf5c), or those moments that make you whisper, \u201cOmg, same\u201d\u2026 I\u2019m so glad you\u2019re here.

Because this isn\u2019t just my story anymore. It\u2019s ours now.

Ready or not, here comes the next chapter \ud83e\udef6\ud83e\udd63<\/h2><\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Hi, I\u2019m Meani. And if you’re wondering why you rarely see my face in the pictures – congrats, you\u2019ve just met a hardcore introvert in her natural habitat. (no sudden camera flashes, please!) A friend got married. We got groovy. Classic us \ud83d\ude02 We made it to be our signature move at this point haha. […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1149","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/vi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1149","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/vi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/vi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/vi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/vi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1149"}],"version-history":[{"count":47,"href":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/vi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1149\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3350,"href":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/vi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1149\/revisions\/3350"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/itstheglobalduo.com\/vi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1149"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}