I realized how we are awake when our friends and family go to sleep, and we're still awake in the same stretch of our day when they wake up again. We talk in our morning and then it's time for their bedtime. And I think: Okay, I'll talk to you again when you wake up. Our connection has been the constant on our trip. Maybe it's the thing that keeps me feeling like I still have a proper "home" even though our physical home is providing a roof over someone else.
I'm sitting in a treehouse in the center of our beach-side hostel. The season brings in mercurial storms that last for long enough, and with such slight intensity, that no one changes positions at their tables or on their beach towels. They almost ignore it. Or maybe they receive it. It's not a disruption.
I've been thinking a lot about how we carry people with us. In our hearts, our conversations, our actions. We notice the cats around Thailand, maybe in part because they are so ubiquitous, but also because they bring thoughts of our friends. Of Claire, and Andy, Rebecca and Shasta. These quick flashes of memory bring me a sense of calm. I ignite at the sight of these kitties not because they inspire me, but because I know they'd elate my closest friends. Read More