5. Thailand 2019

Belong

Saturday, March 15th, 2019

Every weekend I’m in town, I almost always make a couple visits to Old City in Chiang Mai. Old City is in the center of the city, and it’s a huge square surrounded by a mote. There are a gazillion restaurants, cafes, and shops – but I’m always drawn to a particular corner of Old City because I love the vibe. Cobblestone streets, cafes with people sitting outside, and so many trees and florals. I’ve been walking by a place since I first moved here that’s been slowly built, painted, decorated and now – finally serving coffee. It’s weird to think that I’ve been here long enough to see a cafe start from nothing to sitting inside and drinking a delicious latte. Just now, a truck delivered what seems to be the final furnishings – a couple wooden tables to go with the many chairs waiting to be sat in.

Chiang Mai has what’s known as “Smoky Season” or “Burning Season.” We’ve seen the smoke rolling in for the past month and it’s been fairly dreadful. AQI means Air Quality Index. The past few weeks, the AQI has been consistently above 150 (anything above 100 is considered dangerous), so everything at school has been done indoors. Cabin Fever is happening for sure.

But this week, it has taken a nasty turn. I can literally see smoke in front of me when I ride my motorbike. It’s hard to breathe, I sound like a man, and I have the worst cough. Yesterday, I stepped out of my classroom and the hallway looked hazy. My classroom is literally the safest place for me because of the air purifier. These days, instead of picking out which necklace to accessorize with, I’m picking out which face mask to wear…

Normally when I look out my window, I see palm trees and blue skies. This was this morning. AQI was above 300, even before 7am. The sun has been a vibrant red every day.

Every day in class, we talk about the weather and for a long time I was laughing because every day was “sunny.” Felt like Groundhog Day. But the past few weeks, we look out the window and I ask what color the sky is and the replies are always, “Yellow!” “Gray!” Or “Brown!” Yuck. Every year, the farmers burn their crops to make way for their next growing season; and Northern Thailand has just gotten used to this kind of weather. When I flew to Laos, it was unreal flying over the smoke. The entire flight, I never saw the ground, and the clouds were being swallowed by the smoke. Yes, that’s smoke.

I remember about a year ago when I was talking with my friends who had taught English in Vietnam. They said what they missed most was fresh air. My mind didn’t really comprehend that because I was thinking, “It can’t be that bad! Rain and snow are way worse!” Well….now I understand what they meant. My energy is low, the city is quiet because everyone is staying indoors, and everywhere you look, people are wearing masks. It’s a little surreal…and it’s surprising that the burning isn’t regulated more or stopped. It’s technically illegal for farmers to burn their crops, but it’s one of those things that still happens every year, regardless of the law. No one stops them.

So, all my friends back home, please breathe in that fresh air for me. The snow and rain may be falling, but that just means your air is clean. Don’t take that fresh air for granted!

It’s a Saturday and I’m in my favorite corner of Old City, drinking one of their first lattes served at this fresh cafe and watching people stroll by in their fancy masks. I’m about to have lunch with a woman I met last week at another favorite cafe of mine. Last Friday, there was live music with a sitar, didgeridoo, and hand drums. I was basically in a trance until Eiko sat next to me and said hello. We started chatting and she happens to be from Japan – a country I am dying to travel to. She also happens to be a retired teacher. Meant to be… So I asked her, “As a veteran teacher, what is your biggest piece of advice you have for a brand new teacher?”

She said, “Just make sure each student feels like they belong.”

Challenge accepted. ๐Ÿ™‚

TD ate part of his snack and said, “Teacher look! The moon!” Ahhh!

Despite the smoke, it isn’t all that bad. I just remember that the smoke won’t be long…

My LQI (Life Quality Index) is far above 400.

For now, I belong here.

Discover the Dream

Tuesday, March 5th, 2019

If you know me, you know I absolutely love journaling. I love writing, drawing, and speaking of things that make me happy – and also keeping track of what makes me sad because that is equally important.

“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” – Rumi

This is why I have this blog, a plethora of voice memos where I ramble on and on, and way too many journals. Life is definitely a rollercoaster and it’s amazing having record of all the ups and downs. If I didn’t keep track, the majority of these moments would likely be forgotten. Because it’s usually the tiny moments that you don’t think are significant…that surprise you and teach you the most.

I brought an old gratitude journal with me to Thailand. When I first received it from my friend Lauren so many years ago, I would write just one or two things from each day that made me happy.

June 28, 2015

+ Had brunch by myself for first time.

+ Loved it and can’t wait to do it again!

That was back when I was afraid to do anything by myself. I had no idea how important that little brunch in a Denver farmer’s market would be. It was the start of finding my independence. Finding myself.

Almost 4 years later and I’ve lived in Bali, traveled to Singapore, Vietnam, and now living in Thailand…all by myself. And I can’t tell you how much I LOVE my solo brunch dates every chance I get!! Honestly shaking my head right now at the thought of how much I’ve grown since I started writing those little moments of gratitude!

Btw, here’s my favorite brunch in Chiang Mai…

Last week, our theme in our class was Fairytales. We read Jack in the Beanstalk and we planted some magic beans and I prayed they would actually grow. Nothing worse than a hyped-up science project being a complete dud! I convinced my students these were real magic beans, so this needed to work!! Within two days, the beans started sprouting and all of my students would run to the window and yell, “Teacher, grow!!”

It’s been a week and the sprouts are almost big enough for Jack to climb up to the castle in the clouds!!! They are magic beans. It has been truly incredible watching these beans grow tall…but more so, watching my students grow into kind and complex humans. Magic beings.

Today, I gave each of them their very own journal. I told them they could do whatever they want inside of them. Draw what makes them happy, practice writing their name, draw their favorite candy, anything they want. I also love the sense of responsibility these journals are giving them. It feels like in kindergarten, students have to share everything they have – crayons, toys, snacks, etc. “Please share!” is a constant phrase being shouted out at school. But these journals are all theirs – they don’t have to share – and that makes them extra special to these 4-year olds.

After they chose their journals, they started coloring. I can’t explain the sense of happiness it gave me. Planting a seed of journaling.

Grateful.

Once Upon a Time…

Saturday, March 2nd, 2019

It’s funny how I’m technically a teacher, but every day, I feel like a student. Constantly learning. Everything feels new. Something I love about teaching is re-learning the basics. In kindergarten, we’re constantly going over shapes, colors, letters and numbers. I love asking my students what their favorite shapes and colors are. Not surprisingly, every girl loves pink and purple and every boy loves blue…or black…or green…or red. All girls love hearts and diamonds while every boy loves squares and triangles – except for Tikhong, he loves hearts. Makes me smile.

When our letter of the week was “Q” I asked my class what words start with “Q.” “Queen!” “Quilt!” “Cucumber!” Errr….well….I mean, technically no, but it does make sense.

And I cracked up when Djung got a little scratch on her middle finger and proceeded to flip the bird at me with the most innocent face in the middle of the cafeteria.

Oh, and I can’t forget about the time when Shirley saw my friend Nate who works at a neighboring school and asked me, “Is that your Dad??” He’s 25….

I love the way their brains work. So innocent and pure. I’m grateful to be a kindergarten teacher because I don’t have to worry about text analysis, grammar, or multiplication. I am introducing the most basic of concepts to my students – and what those basic topics are? Thankfully, the school allows me to choose. So I have been focusing on kindness, dreams, wishes, fairy tales, and community. My students love talking about their nap time dreams – dragons, castles, and sharks, oh my! And each of them wish for candy – and not surprisingly, their wishes always come true!

If I can prolong their sense of wonder and innocence just a little bit longer, I’ll consider my job well done.

Here are my personal moments of wonder these past few weeks…

I took a trip with my friend Liz to an island of floating houses and did oracle card readings on the dock. The card I pulled was “Rainbow Blessings.” Sounds about right…

“Feel the fear…and do it anyway.”

Surrounded by beauty.

Elephants made completely out of fresh blooms.

Elsa rules the World.

My group of girlfriends here in Chiang Mai…and some random dude. This is in one of the many markets where you can get a fresh plate of pad thai for less than $1.

I miss being near water so much. Thankful for many waterfalls to adventure to.

Be like water and go with the flow.

Went with the flow and visited a magical temple high up in the mountains. This ceiling was painted with puffy white clouds that transformed into a night sky, complete with twinkle lights. #ceilinggoals

An homage to my old life… ๐Ÿ˜‰

Preen is my superhero.

Made friends with the teeniest, tiniest frog.

Fingerprint hearts… Love grows every day in K1B.

Love love love.

Dr. Seuss Day. Oh, the Places They’ll Go…

The typo makes it better…

Big Ass Mistake…

We are currently in smoky season. To give you reference – air quality in Seattle averages about 20 AQI (air quality index). Chiang Mai during this time reaches 200 AQI. Constantly coughing, having to wear my mask, and not being able to play outside. Seattle got dumped with snow and we are in a constant haze. There’s always a crappy weather season, no matter where you go! Here are some clouds being eaten by the smoke. Wish I were joking – fires everywhere!

Took a visa run to Laos. Here are some elephants, made out of…

…dishes!

In Laos, I found a cafe called Once Upon a Time and had the most delicious crepe and latte – sitting in the face of the giant clock. It was a dream…

Speaking of Laos…let me tell you a little story.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Andrea who wanted to be a teacher in Thailand…

So in order to work in Thailand, you have to jump through about 50 hoops to be legal. So many forms, constantly paying fees, doing police background checks and medical checks, visits to immigrations, passport photos, making appointments, etc. etc. etc. The list of things to be on top of to remain legal is INSANE.

One of the most important steps is getting your non-immigrant visa. Most times you enter a foreign country, you are on a tourist visa that lasts 30 days. You can extend a certain amount of times, but you also have to do a few “visa runs.” You have to leave the country and return on a new visa.

So last weekend, I had to do a very important visa run to Vientiane, Laos. This wasn’t an ordinary visa run where I leave, turn around and come back. In order to get a work permit, I can’t have a tourist visa. I needed to get a non-immigrant visa which requires me to visit the Thai consulate in Laos, drop off a ton of documents, an application and my passport. Oh, and don’t forget yet another payment. Then you go back to the consulate the next day and pick everything up and head back to Thailand. Well….sounds like an easy process. But IT IS NOT.

There is SO much room for error. And unfortunately, a stereotype of Thailand that holds true is there is a lack of communication and things change constantly. You can’t just google the process because there are steps that have likely changed since any article or blog was published. So the best reference is talking to someone who has recently done it (and even then, there will likely be some unknown changes).

So I sat down with my co-worker Amy and wrote out a detailed list of every step (as detailed as which window at the border to go to first – no joke, you go to window 2 before you go to window 1, because that makes complete sense, right?!). Well….I go through all of my steps to enter Laos flawlessly and enjoy my Sunday night of exploring. The next morning, I start making my way to my 11am appointment. The application says to show up 30 minutes before my appointment. I’m perpetually early, so I leave my hotel with plenty of time to be extra early. I make my way to the Thai Embassy, listening to my tunes, feeling blissful and connected to the Universe. Hell yeah, I got this.

I get to the embassy and there is no one there. Hmmmm, maybe this is the wrong building? Or maybe I’m just that early. All I see are construction workers and piles of dirt surrounding the building. Weird… I find a security guard and he hands me a map and points at the word “Consulate.” OF COURSE I WENT TO THE WRONG PLACE. It’s cool, though, because I still had 45 minutes. My bliss was gone and I pay a tuk tuk driver 50,000 kip (equivalent to $6) to drive me 5 blocks. A complete rip-off and I know it, but I don’t care because I needed to get there on time!

I arrive at the consulate with a hoard of people standing outside of a gate – there’s no rhyme or reason to any of it. Someone asks me what number I am and I say, “301.” “You’re late! They’re in the 400’s!” The tiny ounce of bliss remaining instantly disappears, frustration takes over – I was 35 minutes early!! How am I late?? Then they look at my passport photo and say, “No blue background!!!” They point me to a side market where a man is taking photos for $5. Ugh. He points me to a stool with a white piece of paper taped on the wall behind it. I made the mistake of wearing a white t-shirt, so he hands me a piece of fabric that sort of resembles a business jacket if I wrap it the right way and smelled of hundreds of previous unprepared tourists. “No smile!” I didn’t even have any time to take my hair down or wipe off the sweat from my face. Bam, photo is taken and he’s cutting them up. You know how everyone seems to have a license or passport photo that they’re sort of embarrassed by? I’ve never had one – I don’t know how I got so lucky with my official photos. But my luck had run out…

I was hiding my photos when I walked up to the zig-zagging line outside the consulate. The guard rushes me in and I go past about a hundred people waiting in line (did I totally F this up?!) and make it to a table where they highlight my name and point me to window 2 (again with the window 2!!) and I hand my application and passport to a man with a scowl. He glances at it, checks a few boxes, and hands me a sheet of paper, “Come back tomorrow.”

Hm. That was surprisingly insane…and easy at the same time. Was that it? That was my appointment? I’m done already?? What are all these other people waiting for??

So I make my way back to my hotel and plan to spend the rest of the day by the pool. I felt accomplished. I noticed that Vientiane was a city where all that’s done is killing time. I kept running into the same people over and over – we were all doing the same thing. Visa appointment, then killing time until our second visa appointment the next day. I was so happy I made it to the ‘killing time’ portion of my day.

I get my bikini on and tidy up my stuff…then I see my packet of documents that I had been holding onto the entire process. The packet given to me by my school’s visa department: a bunch of documents written in Thai, copies of my degree and transcripts, sponsor letters, and background checks. That’s weird…aren’t these important? Shouldn’t someone have asked to look at them or keep them? Panic starts setting in. OMG. Did I screw up again?!?! Was I supposed to leave those documents with them?

I start messaging anyone and everyone who could possibly help me. After 30 minutes of freaking out, being told “you’re probably fine” (‘probably’ was not going to calm me down!!), and asking my visa contact if my documents had been e-mailed to the consulate and that’s why they didn’t ask for them (yeah right, but a girl can dream), I finally I get a call from an HR woman I’d never met. “They definitely need that packet.”

You know how when you’re so focused on the little details, you forget the biggest, most basic steps? This is what happened with me. I was nitpicking at which box to select on my application (Single entry? Multiple entry? WHAT?) that I forgot the most important step: THE PACKET. I knew I had to go back to the consulate straight away.

Shit. The consulate was only open for people picking up their visas at this time and I had no idea how I would finagle this with the frowny-face men. My contact said I’d probably have to make a new appointment for the next morning, start over, and extend my stay. NO. NUH-UH. I refused to let that happen. I went above and beyond to make sure I was on top of everything, I was not going to let a stupid mistake cause me many more problems!

So I let another tuk tuk driver rip me off because desperate times call for desperate measures, and we rushed back to the consulate. But of course, I choose the tuk tuk that only moves 5 mph. A rip-off and a slow poke. Great. But this did mean I had a lot of time to pray, that’s for sure. I crossed my fingers, I prayed, and I rubbed my lucky hamsa hand all the way back to the consulate. Yet again, another hoard of people. I explained my situation to the guard and he pointed me to the fancy building next to window 2.

I walk in and I see piles upon piles of passports. Damn, there are A LOT of people getting visas for Thailand!!! I plead with the one man who knew English to accept my documents – and he walks away and I’m not quite sure if I was successful or not. After a couple minutes, he comes back empty handed. Damn, I failed. “What’s your nationality?” “American.” He walks away again. Crossing, praying, and hamsa. 2 more minutes that felt like 2 hours went by and he comes back with my passport and takes my documents. “Come back tomorrow.” Ok, but that’s what the last guy said, and it wasn’t complete! I ask him, “Am I all good?” He gave me a thumbs up. Yesssss.

Back to the pool I go.

It took me a couple hours and dips in the pool for the adrenaline to fade away. Mistakes that happen with this process don’t just delay things or create a minor inconvenience. Mistakes mean you don’t teach anymore. You leave the country. Or you pay big bucks, use precious vacation time, and redo tedious processes over again so you can stay.

After the pool session, I went to the street market, ate a bowl of noodle soup, drank the most deserved glass of wine ever, and went back up to my room to pass out from a truly exhausting day. To ease my paranoia, I double-check my backpack and make sure nothing else was forgotten. I see my embarrassing passport photos that were taken earlier that day and I start laughing. I could not. stop. laughing. The laughing turns into full-on cackling. Even now, I’m chuckling because that morning was just so damn ridiculous. The silver lining of that whole experience were these photos… I have some hilarious souvenirs from my time in Laos that will remind me of this series of unfortunate events.

After laughing so hard, I stopped taking everything so seriously and remembered that these are going to be memories that will make for a good story…

The next afternoon, I went back to that hoard of fellow time-killers (extra, extra, extra early), prayed my number would be called, and then I could go back ‘home’ on time.

“301.” HALLELUJAH.

I pay my hefty fee and let out a huge sigh of relief when I see the giant sticker in my passport with the words, “Non-Immigrant B.” SUCCESS.

Then after multiple shuttles, busses, lines, hours of waiting for more shuttles and a plane – I made it back to my own bed late into the night.

But wait, there’s more! Of course it’s not done yet!! I had to go to immigrations in Chiang Mai the next morning to ‘check-in’ with a form that I, of course, had never heard of before. Thankfully, the owner of my room happened to return from Bangkok the night before and could quickly sign the necessary paperwork I needed so I wouldn’t get fined. I turn in the paperwork at immigrations, get a stamp, and I finally head back to K1B.

I surprise my class when they’re returning from morning assembly and they run in with happy faces, “Teacher Andrea!!!!!” I fell to the floor from all of their hugs.

This is why I am going through all of the confusing and tedious steps.

Money, time, paperwork, appointments, multiple thoughts of calling it quits, and so much sweat.

My students. My kids. My reason. Love.

So if you’re ever stressed, don’t worry too much. It will work out the way it’s supposed to. It always does. And if there’s ever a mistake made – which WILL happen – find the humor in it.

Laughter does a body good.

And she lived happily ever after…

Thawing Out

Sunday, January 27th, 2019

So I do this thing

I record voice memos. I press “record” on my phone, set it down in front of me, and I just start talking.

After a few minutes, I actually forget that I’m recording and just talk and talk and talk. Some are 5 minutes, and some have gone for as long as an hour. I have about 25 voice memos on my phone and if I were to visually display the emotions in them, it would look like a rollercoaster. Some are full of energy and pep, while others are filled with silence and sniffles from crying. At first when I started doing this, I thought I was crazy – literally talking out loud to myself and rambling on and on about things that were probably meaningless at the time…but also having the audacity to actually record these meaningless thoughts! But once I go back and listen to them, I am grateful for every second. Every up and down. Every moment of raw emotion. That’s when I start figuring things out about myself. Turns out, nothing I’ve talked about has been meaningless and I’m reminded that clarity comes with time.

I find it odd that I have barely written or read while in Chiang Mai. I used to write in my journal or read every single day! For some reason, it’s just not happening these days. But then I realized, my voice memos have been happening more frequently. So really, I have been journaling, just in a different medium.

I recorded a voice memo tonight. It’s Sunday night and I have a full week of teaching and tutoring coming up. I have a couple hours before bedtime, so the possibilities of what I could do are endless! But then I sat on my bed and just looked around at the journals I haven’t opened, my books that are tucked away, and my dream journal that has been sitting on a blank page for weeks.

Where has my creativity gone???

I sat there staring. This is what I long for all the time: time. And here I have it, and I’m wasting it by doing nothing.

So I start going into my self-ramble mode and ask, “Where has my creativity gone? I know it’s in there somewhere – why has it gone away, and how can I bring it out again?” This is something I’ve actually been wondering for quite some time. When I was in what felt like my prime, I was writing consistently, creating vision boards, drawing, painting, coming up with big ideas that could change the world (or so I thought), and dabbling in photography. These days? My creativity consists of a weekly Microsoft Word newsletter for my class aaaaaaaaand that’s about it. I teach my kiddos yoga every now and then and we have some fun lessons each day, but it’s nothing to rave about.

I decided to press “record.” I asked those same questions out loud. And it turned into a natural spewing of thoughts and frustrations. And then I looked at my miniature book case and picked up one of the few books I brought to Thailand. Living out of a suitcase meant I was extremely limited with what I could bring, so I had to leave a lot of things that I love back home. A book I brought with me is one I haven’t cracked open since August of last year – but that little voice in my head told me to bring it anyway.

“Women Who Run With the Wolves.”

The last time I had read from it, I was in the middle of a chapter. So in my voice memo, I grabbed this book, opened it, and started reading out loud everything that I had underlined so many months ago. These words come from the chapter titled, “Finding One’s Pack: Belonging as Blessing – The Ugly Duckling.”

When writers, for example, feel dry, dry, dry, they know the way to become moist is to write. But if they’re locked in ice, they won’t write. So what is the solution? Do as the duckling does. Go ahead, struggle through it. Pick up the pen already and put it to the page and stop whining. Write.

Generally, stop talking.

Do your art. Generally, a thing cannot freeze if it is moving. So move. Keep moving.

I stopped recording, and I started typing.

I couldn’t really believe the sequence of events in this voice memo. I was frustrated about my lack of creativity, and the one page I decided to read addresses this exact frustration. So here I am, moving my little fingers, struggle and all.

It’s going to be a good week, I can feel it.

Can’t wait to run with my beautiful little ducklings tomorrow…

Joy

Sunday, January 20, 2019

I don’t have much of an update right now…..I take that back – I don’t have the energy to write out a detailed passage right now. It’s a lazy Sunday morning and I’m sitting in the sun at a corner coffee shop watching Old City slowly wake up. Being a teacher is very tiring, so I appreciate these mornings of chilling, wandering, and taking in my surroundings. But as exhausting as teaching is, it is worth every single minute.

Things are going really well. ๐Ÿ™‚

Hugs to you. ๐Ÿ’™

Settled

Sunday, January 13th, 2019

Holy moly, I’ve finally found the time and energy to sit down and write a little bit. The past few months have been go, go, go, go, go! No time to slow down. But now that I’ve officially started working, I am finally feeling a sense of routine and balance. I normally haven’t been a fan of the word, “routine,” but I’m discovering that it’s important for me to have some sort of consistency with my time. The past few months I’ve gone from road tripping down and up the West Coast, moving out of Seattle, visiting home, traveling to Vietnam, getting my TEFL in Krabi, traveling North to Chiang Mai, looking for a job, going back home for the holidays, and finally settling in with a job and a home. I’m tired just writing that…

But I’ve made Chiang Mai my home, and I’ve started a job at a beautiful international school. I’m so excited to say that I’m a kindergarten teacher to 20 hilarious and precious children. Finally reaching a goal I set a very long time ago.

I’m finally feeling grounded, centered, and stable. I’ve loved traveling around and finding my way – but it feels so good to know that every day I’m going to my classroom and helping these kids grow in this wild and crazy world.

Life outside of school has been beautiful as well – Thailand is a lush and adventurous country with so many things to do and places to explore. Last weekend I went with a group of friends to a beautiful campground – even though I had my $12 tent, the conditions were so perfect, I actually slept outside. I was laying in the middle of a big field with a clear view of the bright stars everywhere I looked. It was warm, dry, and no bugs. It was perfection. After the sun rose, we went to a natural hot springs and then a beautiful temple on a mountain tucked away in a cave.

I like it here…

And then there’s school… My heart expands whenever I think of my students. Not only is it amazing when things I teach my kids stick with them (I taught the word “mountain,” then Danny ate part of his sandwich at snack time and held it up and said in his cute Korean accent, “Teacher Andrea – mountain!” His sandwich did indeed look just like a mountain. Ahhh!) – but I want to cry each time a parent tells me that their child loves me and doesn’t want to leave after school. These kids are giving me so much purpose and inspiration. My creativity is also coming back and I’m so thankful for that.

Friday was Children’s Day and all the kids dressed up as their dream career. My classroom was full of doctors, soldiers, ballerinas, teachers, policemen, and even a couple of Supermen. One of the challenges at my school is a vibe of negativity – I won’t go into detail, but I’m working really hard to avoid the drama and focus on the positivity. One person looked at my kids and said, “The sad thing is that the majority of these kids won’t become what they want to be right now.” Why do we kill the dream??? I look at my students and I cannot wait to see what they will become – and I believe in them. I remember in elementary school, I dressed up as a forest ranger. That was my big dream when I was a child. Although I’m not officially a forest ranger, I spend a lot of my time in Nature and with the trees. Then in high school, I wanted to get into film (I was obsessed with the idea of directing music videos). I wasn’t in Hollywood, but working in production and marketing at a TV station for 8 years fulfilled this passion. And now my dream is to be a teacher and make our future a better place. My dream has come true – and I plan on guiding my students into believing that their dreams will come true as well.

I can’t wait to spend each week with these kiddos and keep teaching them new words, concepts, and morals. But I’m also excited to continue learning from them. A teacher and a student at the same time – this is what life is all about.

Can you handle the cuteness?? I can’t either…

Feeling so lucky.

I take back what I said earlier… I don’t like it here – I love it here.

Thinking of you all and sending you Thailand love!

xoxo