I go back to Sam Ngao today.  I would have expected to wake up with the morning dreads, but I didn’t.  It was more like minor grumblings mostly about waking up in general.  I don’t want to go back to my house or back to work, but I feel a sort of resolve.  This is what is happening and it’s ok.  I will miss the lack of roosters.  I haven’t heard one in Chaing Mai.  I will miss the swimming pool.  Goodbye Western food.  Goodbye air conditioning, I will miss you most of all.

I packed up, went out for breakfast and then went back to the condo to work on lesson plans and watch more bad tv.  I caught the end of Minority Report.  I like that movie.  But then it was paranormal activity investigators on the sci fi channel – boo.  I waited in the lobby of the condo for 45 minutes before Pat asked me to get a taxi and come to her.  I got a taxi to the other side of town and had lunch with Pat and Dam.  Now I am riding back to Sam Ngao with them listening to 60s and 70s American music and watching Pat grab the oh shit handle every time Dam tries to pass another car.

I’m wondering how terrifying my house will be after being locked up for 2 months.  Will it be a little dusty?  Will the rat and other creatures have found the snacks I left?  Will the refrigerator have flooded the kitchen?  Will I come home to bug wings inches deep like I did one weekend?  Or will it be a total war zone?  Tune in tomorrow……or later tonight.

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