Mrh.

Ever know what it felt like, to know exactly what you’d leave behind and feel like walking away anyway?

I don’t know quite how dramatic it really is, but I’m wondering if I actually need to come back home.  Or if I need to visit home, say hi, and hop on out.

Sneaking suspicions tell me the latter.  Less sneaky things tell me there would be a lot of people quite upset over that.

Sorry.

I guess the point is that it’s the people I miss, not the life.  I like how Thais live it.  I can’t even begin to explain why.  Less expectation for me to be 40, more for me to be 13.  It’s fun here.

…And oh.  Yeah.  The boys are way cuter.  Who needs blonde hair blue eyed’s when you’ve got all these gorgeous, almond eyed babes wandering around?