I’m not very good at summarizing anything, much less a massive experience like living abroad. Solidifying all the important and amazing and wonderful things that happened into words can sometimes feel like you’re cheapening the experience. Bits of it are lost, chipped away to make it read better, and then—10, 20, 50 years from now—I will likely find myself relying on a quick journal entry or blog post to piece it all together.
Three weeks ago, Jonathan and I left Thailand to return to our “real lives” in the west. And if I’m going to be completely and utterly honest, we weren’t heartbroken to leave. Thailand served as a perfect place for us to live and work together, grow as a couple, navigate challenging situations, and make major life decisions in a non-stressful environment. We didn’t travel as much as we had planned, but instead decided to save our little salary for our next big adventure— marriage and immigration.
As an international couple, we are constantly faced with difficult decisions that most normal couples would never have to consider, like visas and paperwork and lawyer’s fees and interviews with immigration officers. We can’t simply live together without one of us jumping through hoops.
Thailand will always be a place I hold dear to my heart. I don’t know if the Thai kids I taught will remember me, especially after I’m replaced by another foreign teacher, but I know that I will always remember their adorable smiling faces.
So here’s to another chapter in the book. Another step forward. Another few words on the page.