Sitting in our nearly empty place we realized that our plane tickets are non-refundable and our itinerary does not involve a return to square one, here. Sadly it is too late to change our minds and too soon to give up. Bags packed, TV sold, mattress sold, plates and cups gone too. Seems there’s nothing left to pack that hasn’t already been sold, given away to friends, or donated to the local alley hobos.
Less then two weeks before we join the pack of fearless backpackers called to the world of Buddhist temples and pristine beaches, a place well known as Thailand. Seeing that Hubby and I have even picked our foreign Thai names so to fool the cab drivers that we’re no average farangs who inhabited and brutalized their beaches and complex culture. (Hubby is Svoriko and I’m Ningning.)
Many asked us if we’re excited, of course this is usually the question after they’ve regained composure, picked their jaw from the ground, once learning that we are moving to Thailand and not England, Paris, or Australia. The follow up question is what will we do there, and then to make some sort of comment along the lines of how they’d like to come and visit one day. While I can’t speak for Hubby, I can truly say that I thoroughly do not enjoy repeating myself in this manner. It’s equivalent to a certified declaration under penalty of perjury that you are duly obligated to commit to, or else be held a liar. While I’d like to have a concrete plan as to my future, I can only affirm that my ultimate intent and mission is to live my life to the fullest, be it in Thailand or the States, and with the support of friends and family.
Hubby wants a meaningful opportunity to view employment as optional rather than compulsory. As we’re both established in our careers, at least for another two weeks, we’re elated that this opportunity has arisen. As we forge ahead, just like the Jungle woman of 18 years, we will be retrained to appreciate Thailand and its elaborate presentation with deep history and friendly people. Sawadee kha!!!
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