There’s always something that eventually breaks you in a new country, and it’s a very clear moment. It’s that day where you just stop for a second, and you think, this is supposed to be easy! Why do I live here?! Why oh why did we choose this life?! I’m not sure what it was in London – maybe the day that I realized it was pitch black outside at 4pm, and that it was going to be that way for a few months – but it became very clear on Monday what it would be for me here in Bangkok: taxis. Not having to dodge a minefield of dog poop and dead roaches every morning on the walk to work, not the motorcycles that drive on the sidewalk and try to run you over, not the people that start pushing you towards the door on the train before it even stops, not the 90 degree, 90% humidity that we’re having in “cool” season – nope, none of that. The taxis did it.
During our first week here in Bangkok, we decided to go grocery shopping – as one does when they move to a new place and realize they have no food and are 100% over eating out every night. Not a bad idea, right? Well, we went, but we chose the wrong store to go to: Big C.
Holy hiatus, Batman.
I’m back! It’s been quite awhile, but I have legitimate reasons for the silence, I promise.
I’ve definitely been slacking a bit on the posts – probably because I’ve been too busy having more mood swings than a teenage girl – a phenomenon also referred to as “adjusting to foreign service life.”
The adventures of foreign service life adjustment continue…
I consider myself to be a pretty well-traveled and adaptable person, but as we settle in here and as I spend my pre-job days exploring the city, there are still things that baffle me, trip me up, and make me look like the bumbling, dorky American that I truly am. So here we go: