Today marks our one month mark of living in Thailand. It’s crazy. You know when your on vacation and it’s almost time to go home and you think “wow, I feel like we just got here?” Yeah, well, I don’t feel like that. I feel like this has been my life all along. Thinking back to the days where I went to work forty hours a week, paid high rent prices, bought expensive dinners out, and drove on the other side of the road feels so incredibly foreign. Strangely, much more foreign than this country.
The last month has been incredibly busy. The teaching program we started was WAY more intense than we were expecting. It was five days a week and sometimes we’d be at school from nine in the morning until eight at night, if we were teaching. I never thought that I’d know how to read and write in phonetics, let alone even know what it was. We were so deep into the fundamentals of grammar rules that I was having nightmares about tenses and auxiliary verbs. Yikes that sounds dorky.
Intense as it was, it was exciting and really just what we needed. The sudden jolt into a non structured life would have been hard, and while we some days didn’t want to drag ourselves to school, it was nice having the routine. We were incredibly lucky to have such an amazing group of people in our class with us. It was a melting pot of cultures and ages. We met and formed friendships with people that we know will last forever. We were all starting something new, in a new country, and we were really all each other had and so we clung on tight.
In this last month we have gathered more stories to tell than we have in our 26 years of life. I’m sure half of the crazy cool things we see here will fade but the ones that stay fresh and raw will be pure and full of life. The people we’ve met, the things we’ve seen and done, they have all far surpassed what I imagined before leaving.
I know this lifestyle isn’t for everyone and a lot of people around us are puzzled by our sudden change. Even we sometimes wonder about the decision. A few weeks ago, one of our friends a said something that really stuck with me. We were at a local expat bar filled with people like us, “farangs” the locals call us. He said to me as we walked in “it’s like a bar full of lost souls”.
At first I got a little offended, but when I thought about it I knew he was right in a sense. Except, he had it all backwards. You see, we aren’t the lost souls. We are the people that don’t fit in the mold. We want more than what our home could provide us. We don’t settle. We chase after a change and to me that doesn’t feel lost at all. I know that going home right now would make me feel lost. I know that everyday we wake up happy here.
This month was filled with TONS of emotions; lot’s of laughs, cries, and a heap load of reflecting. We miss our old home everyday but we know that here is where we’re one hundred percent supposed to be.
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