Here's my perspective of life on the road not usually taken. In case you need to stay a little closer to reality or can't believe my truth, I've taken pictures, too.
This saga began on June 28th 2002 when Ricky and I boarded a JAL flight towards our dreams. Thailand.
All of our acquaintances over the age of forty (sorry guys) told us to “do it while you’re still young”, and that’s what we’re doing. It isn’t like we ever needed to really be persuaded, though. For at least three of the past five years, I’ve listened to Ricky talk about the joys of being in Thailand, the opportunities for entrepreneurship he thought he had there, and, eventually, after our trip together, I started reminiscing and daydreaming about Thailand and the joys of being foreign, too.
So. We drug ourselves out of the mud, finished college, and moved—motivation sometimes takes on strange appearances, huh? Only living here isn’t the same as visiting here. Its better. The mysteriousness of the place has faded but I’m still shocked silly on a daily basis. I see the same police officers and 7-11 clerks; I know that I’ll never find a cab on my street when I really need one so I’d better take the SkyTrain. I’m adjusting and I’m starting to figure out what’s going on around me when before I’d just be frustrated.
People in Thailand smile a lot. They laugh to get through awkward and uncomfortable situations. I’m trying to shed my competitive and temperamental sides in favor of this more tactful, and, well, local, way of thinking, and I’m using a travel journal as my method. Reflecting on experiences once you’re removed from them always allows for a clearer perspective, and I enjoy playing with words, so I figure…perfect!