Is it enough?

[ PHOTO: the view I had when leaving work the other week, sunset and flags over Country Garden]

I’ve been at a loss for words recently, blog wise anyway. Despite having gone through the festive period and New Year’s, I don’t feel like I’ve got much to report on. My last post was a pretty big and it talked in depth about a kind of ‘light bulb moment’, so I’ve not wanted to just tap away meaninglessly about my monotonous daily life as a teacher for its follow up.

I feel like people often expect my life to be so much more than it is. They expect each week, each day to be filled with crazy experiences and adventures that will produce even crazier stories; whereas in fact, it’s not that at all. I don’t even know if I’d want it to be that, it sounds tiring in all honesty. Yes I live away from home, but I’m not travelling, I’m not living on the road, I’m not exploring new places each day and meeting new people. I’m working… I’m living in a small cosy apartment. I have a small group of friends. I have a fridge I try and keep stocked. I have a bus commute to work. I have laundry to do, dishes to wash, bins to empty. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I’m thoroughly enjoying my life out here. But at times, it doesn’t really feel too “out there”. During the work week, when I barely have time to cook my own meals or get home before dark, I could be anywhere… I could be living in some remote town in England, Germany, America, Wales… anywhere that I don’t have family or childhood friends. Anywhere that I don’t know the backstreets or the roads like the ones I do in Abergele.

Speaking to family and friends over the last few weeks has been amazing… but also a little disheartening… People have been Continue reading

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Sunshine on a grey day…

“Plans are there to be changed” 

– another wise phrase from my ever logical and chilled out father.

I was awoken today, on our 6th morning in Thailand, to Shelby asking me to go to the pharmacy for her. Poor girl had been up ill for hours and could no longer take it without some medical help. I shot up, threw on a change of clothes and headed out into the rain. Yes the rain. We’ve been at Patong Beach, Phuket for 3 nights, and we’ve only seen a few patches of blue sky… until today, typical. There have been some epic sea storms sweeping across the party town of Patong the last few days, but it doesn’t make for great beach weather. I’m at serious risk of being to Thailand twice, and never making into the ocean… Today, the day we aimed to leave, but have been forced to stay (through no fault of Shelby), the sun has made a slight appearance through the grey clouds.
It’s not all doom and gloom though. Our trip so far has been great. The last few days have been about relaxing, reading, and, yes, partying the night away on the infamous Bangla Road. Prior to that, our time in Chiang Mai was filled with wandering the streets of old town, walking the moat, stumbling upon gold temples, and, the most incredible of all, a day caring for elephants. Continue reading