Anyone else obsessed with the new Adele album? I know I am. It’s been a busy Christmas season (which is probably an obvious statement since I haven’t posted anything in a month. Yikes!), but I’ve managed to listen to “Hello” about nine million times, and subsequently drive my husband absolutely insane. In the not so holiday spirit, I’m also currently obsessed with Rihanna’s oldie (?) but goody, “B!tch Better Have My Money” (link/song nsfw – just in case the title didn’t give it away). I mean, “baht baht baht!” fits right into the song! It’s almost as though it would be a crime for me not to like it when it’s so applicable on a daily basis. #Thailandcurrencyforthewin
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.
I had a revelation the other day as I was walking home from my Zumba class. It was a Saturday morning, hot and sunny. I got to the street where I was supposed to turn, and there was a seemingly never-ending line of cars going through the intersection. It was so long of a line, that the idea of trying to cross the street there brought about visions of creating my own real-life version of Frogger. That’s not something I want to be a part of, so I didn’t cross, and instead just kept walking. I ended up on some very quiet back roads. There were hardly any cars and I saw just a few locals walking. There were a handful of food stalls, but not nearly as many as there are on the main roads. I passed by houses that were gated off and had trees surrounding them. I heard birds. It was so peaceful, and I was practically skipping with the joy of it. And then I realized…hmm, I don’t think I actually like living in big cities.* Smart move marrying the diplomat.
*NYC is the exception to this rule. NYC is a special beast that I will always love, regardless of how ridiculously crowded and noisy it is.
We are getting all of our stuff tomorrow. I think my heart skipped a bit when my husband forwarded the email to me, confirming that, yes – they really did want to schedule delivery of not one, but both of our HHEs! After I came back down to earth, I realized that maybe it was a little ridiculous that I was so excited to receive stuff. Some of which we haven’t seen in a year, which begs the question – do we really even need it??
One of the hardest things about living abroad and far away from family and friends is when the big events come up. Like weddings. And babies. Two of those are happening to two of my best friends very soon, and I was more than a little upset about having to miss their bridal and baby showers, which occurred on the same weekend back home in Delaware. I was thisclose to just saying, screw it! and buying a ticket home, but then I saw the price tag and came back down to reality.
Yesterday, we had a sad moment. M’s hairdryer died. That’s right. He managed to kill it, even while having it plugged into this thing: