It’s been 345 days to the minute since I stepped foot onto my first flight to Thailand. I had no fucking clue what I was doing. I ran away from my husband and child. I ran away to travel with a complete stranger. Even though we had been speaking for two months, he was still a complete stranger.
I don’t remember much from my experience in the airport last year. The Aunties made sure of that before I left their house in an Uber. Alone. Afraid. Broken. Not too coherent…..
This time is different. I’m different. I am so excited for this adventure. It’s almost as if the adventure has never stopped since August 21, 2016. Not all adventures are fun. But they are real. And you cannot control them, so it’s best to just sit back and enjoy the ride. Forget about all your fears. Forget about all your questions. Just focus on the now.
Looking around at the boarding area there are so many different people. There’s the couple next to me who most definitely go to Berkeley. They are head to toe in Cal Bears. They also can’t keep their hands off of each other. Then there is the guy watching some Chinese program on full blast. There are many single travelers here. Don’t see many couples. I wonder if they are going home or on holiday? Is Hong Kong their final destination? I really don’t know where my final destination is. There is something so freeing about that. I can decide when I land in Bangkok, that I want to fly somewhere else for a few days. Maybe I will just look at the board and see which flight catches my eye…..
Ok, wine, blueberries, ambien, all kicking in. Gnite and welcome to my next adventure!!!!!!
One on, one off, one in the wash... 