If you ever want them, go explore Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia and Myanmar by bus, foot,
bicycle, motorbike, motorcycle, boat, kayak, inner tube and elephant and then return home.
I
am flying out of Yangon, Myanmar tomorrow morning at 8:00am and landing
in Bangkok, Thailand about an hour later. I have less than 24 hours
there, during which I will try and do the things I didn't get to do the
first time around. I am both awfully excited and terribly sad to be
heading back to the States. I am excited to see friends and family and
know I have a place to sleep each night, but sad to be leaving behind
the friends I've made here and the excitement that comes with each day.
I love traveling and painting for
the same reasons. It's challenging and rewarding and both involve
constant problem solving and emotions run strong (good and bad). I
really have learned to embrace the anxious feeling I get when the bus /
train / boat pulls into a new city where I know nothing / no one and
love the minute that anxiety disappears because I am greeted by twenty
guys who I can't really communicate with but who are offering to take me
to a place I can sleep that night. Entering a new city on the back of a
motorcycle at 5AM might be the best feeling in the world.
I
think a lot about what has been happening at home since I've been gone,
what people are doing and thinking about. I wonder what will have
changed when I get back and what will be exactly the same. I miss
talking about painting and other things that are fun to talk about. I am
reading a book about the creation of the universe and just finished one
about people's obsession with conquering nature and I don't have
anyone to talk to about it. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE?! I
have met so many incredible people here but just as we're really
starting to get to know each other (beyond where we've been, where we're
heading, where we're from, etc...) I have to hop off the train or they
have to get on a bus. Conversations don't go as far as I'd like (need)
them to.
I
am excited to have people over to my house to drink Myanmar Whisk(e)y
and hear what they've been up to. I'm also excited to jump around in
snow, but feel bad for my feet that have been enjoying flip flops for
the past two months and will now need to be jammed into boots for two
more.
This post has no structure to it.
I've got a lot on my mind. When I get back I'll be doing some posts with
photos. It was really nice to keep most things to myself during these
two months. I think over sharing can lead to self concious experiences -
instead of being in the moment and appreciating it, you're thinking
about how you can tell people about it. I don't know, maybe that's just
me. Either way, a (mostly) blog and Facebook free two months has been
nice. It's one of the things I'm going to try and hold on to when I get
back - less Facebook = more painting, piano practicing, French lessons
and friend time.
Hugs and kisses and sugar and spice,
Bea