I only have one week left in Thailand. Everything has been perfect. The people I’ve met, the places I’ve been, my students, my fellow teachers. I have danced on the beaches of a tropical island, on the dirty Bangla road, in backstreet bars with Thais who have no customers since it’s the tourist off season. I’ve gotten into dance-offs in the rain, and taught fire-dancers and waiters how to swing-dance. I hit clubs with my crazy Japanese students, and sang/screamed so hard that my voice didn’t come back for days. I have gotten into the strangest of conversations on subjects ranging from dreams to other universes to quantum physics. I have walked the beach late nights with the best people. I have laughed harder than I would have thought possible. Oh and I’m almost certified to teach English.
There is so much shit in my past that I’ve been trying to escape.
Think I finally half-managed it 🙂