favorite favorite favorite Japanese dude in the whole world.
This kid is one crazy dancer. If you are coming to Patong Beach, Thailand, I highly recommend the Banana Discotheque. Spent an amazing couple of hours here.
I think I remember that I loved to dance in high school, but I don’t think it was an obsession like it is now… Nobody in Mott ever really danced, some did (poorly) if they were drunk. I don’t know how I learned to dance while growing up without a tv set, surrounded by non-dancing friends.
“When I dance, I cannot judge, I cannot hate, I cannot separate myself from life. I can only be joyful and whole, that is why I dance.”
This is the first time in a very long time that I am able to say I am living in the here and now. I’ve been so hung up on my past, on the people who think poorly of me, the mistakes I’ve made… I spent a good chunk of my life constantly reassuring myself that “eventually” I will be happy, satisfied, and start traveling.
Even in Korea, there was an undercurrent in my head “Thailand Thailand Thailand it will be better in Thailand”.
I’m here. I mean, mentally. I’m exactly where I should be. The past seems so far away, detritus washing up on a whole other continent.
I have class every weekday, and then I go out with my classmates at night. All together we are from 8 different countries (possibly nine, now I’m losing track). It’s only the third day of class and I’m already starting to feel really comfortable with these people.
I’ll probably never live on the beach for a month again. So it begins.