I miss Thailand less and less… The one thing is the dancing. If I was walking down the street in Fargo, heard music, and started busting it… I would get locked up most likely. But in Thailand? Heck naw. I could dance wherever/whenever, and there was always someone who would join me.
and oh, the ocean. Except invariably when I wanted to stand at the edge and watch the waves late at night, someone would ALWAYS ALWAYS come and insist on trying to make small talk. I had no patience for it.
I should take a meditation class or two. No one would come up and make small talk with me if I was in deep meditation in my room. hopefully.
I’m sort of really into a dude. I cooked for him which I rarely do, even for myself. eee! crazy.