My flat is vacated. My bags are packed, more or less. I have way too many silk fabric finds (above), and there's no more time for dress-making. For now.
Indonesia, India, and summer beckon.
Technically, it isn't time for the move to Bangkok. It's time for adventure and travel, a little respite. But practically speaking, this is the beginning of the end of my years living in Cambodia. Tears have been shed.
I think back to my move over two years ago. I was so frightened, so excited, so open to everything. It boggles my mind that these years have passed so quickly and here I am, many more things accumulated, many more experiences shared, and with a person who did not exist in my life before Cambodia, but without whom I could not imagine making this move or any other. I suppose that's life.
This move feels quite different. I feel quite different.
Unrelated, today I like this quote:
“And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.”
And I am off.