Separation anxiety

As soon as I arrived I'm preparing to leave again.

accustomed to customs

accustomed to customs

Such is the way of life lived out of a backpack. And I'll be back--Thailand will remain my base of operations. Nothing has changed.

That said, it was a strange brew of feeling picking up my Vietnam Visa. Joy in realizing I truly am a world traveler: anywhere I want to go, I can. Excitement to compare Saigon banh mi to Eden Center.

But also a little wistful. In the last days I've had hints of getting the hang of Bangkok's craziness. Long way to go, to be sure, but little victories have been won. I'm growing confident when saying sawasdee khrap to the 7-11 cashiers. I got into a taxi today, requested my destination, and was understood on the first try (thanks to pronunciation coaching from a new Thai friend).

And have I mentioned the massages? Best 400 baht ever spent.

There's a lot to love about this place, and a lot to bring me back. A lot to miss.

It's already left it's mark.

i've got puns

i've got puns