When you leave differently, you arrive differently.
The glass and neon BKK airport is now my home airport. My home in San Francisco is vacant, empty, within days it will be someone else’s home; the City is the animal that moves on.
My friendships don’t, they stay a part of my hot and sweaty new life. I arrived in San Francisco 15 years ago with one friend in the City, I leave with more close friends than one hand allows me to count.
I arrive differently in BKK, toting 4 large bags with a combined weight of 286 pounds, a heavy heart, and a future waiting to be defined with fewer constraints than at any point in my life.
I have a furnished apartment, no car, fewer possessions, no daily routines and habits. Arriving without a planned departure, I have never entered a foreign country like this, never entered a job like this and rarely enter relationships like this.
I have one key now. One.
Time to truly see and experience this city and culture.
Thank you for posting this nice article. I wish the country of Thailand remains free from violent protest. I love this country and the people of Thailand.