The other night, as we were out listening to the melodic tunes of our favorite Thai cover band, my bathing suit top was being stolen from the laundry line on our hostel patio.
This morning we decided to try a different restaurant on Vegetarian Alley. We brought our iPads to breakfast and the plan was to drink Thai Iced tea and sketch out a rough itinerary of places we want to see.
Yesterday morning I was looking at plane tickets online and Nick and I were discussing our next trip; where we should go, when we’d both have time to leave for a few weeks etc. We kept hitting dead ends and I jokingly proposed leaving that day since our schedules are pretty mellow this month.
32 days ago I was standing in the international terminal of LAX.. crying. I was terrified. Angry for putting myself in this situation, boarding a plane heading 8,000 miles away to live in yet another jungle.. this time by myself.