Every thing's great. My life's great. My husband is absolutely wonderful. I love my friends and have the best family in the world. I am healthy and young.
BUT. I hate Thailand. I hate it! LOATHE it! There isn't one thing I like about it. In fact, the only times I can stand the thought of spending another ten minutes in this joke of a country is when I am standing or sitting inside of something that reminds me of SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN THAILAND.
I guess it's nice for a holiday. So, don't let me deter you from that. But all of the expats whom I have met that actually enjoy life here have my undying respect - though perhaps a little part of me thinks they must be crazy.
Unless you are an ugly, overweight man with no personality - Thailand offers no more than cheap clothing that falls apart after three washes, food poisoning at every corner and a police force that hands out tickets to people who look rich - for looking rich.
It is embarrassing that the expats who live here are trying to re-create the homes they left behind. But I am guilty of the same. Just as certain streets in Abbotsford smell like curry, certain streets here smell like hamburgers on the grill. If we all like our own homes so much, what the heck are we doing here?
I suppose it's circumstance for the most part. People are beckoned to Thailand like a horse with a carrot dangling overhead. 'Nice beaches, constant sunshine, good money, cheap shopping.....' and before we know it, work contracts have been signed and suddenly life becomes very, well; surreal.
I was hoping for REAL.
I am told that I will get past this stage. I worry that when I do it will be the fault of insanity. My mind and soul giving up. Me, walking around like all of the other happy expats around here.
Well, at least I can laugh about it. AND, I do see a light at the end of the tunnel. We will get out of here someday! There is hope! There is a future! He knows His plans for me....
Faith and hope are hard to find on really hot days.
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Hey Leah, don't know if this helps at all but I have been praying for you and I will continue to...
awe hang in there
(poor disenchanted girl)
home away from home can be your husbands arms sometimes:)
How many years have you been there?
He does know. He so knows. It's not forever. :) Sorry it sucks. Wishing we could do coffee...
It sounds like (at least by the way you post) that you are making the most of it. Just keep it up and I'm sure it'll be over before you know it, and then you'll look back upon it as a fond memory...right??? xoxo
hey, do you have maple leafs tattooed on your body yet? Within 6 months of living in another country I did that... on canada day no less. So that at least if I die on this foreign soil I have something more meaningful than a birth certificate to back up who I am.
But since when do I recommend getting a tattoo? Over the internet to someone I haven't met! It's really affirming though to see it there in ink every day.
I LOVE you gals.
Just as certain streets in Abbotsford smell like curry....I really don't appreciate that comment. Streets in Abbotsford smell like curry because east indians live in Abbotsford and they eat curry. As you probably know, east indians also live in the more wealthier neighborhoods as well. They make more money than most people and they have nicer homes and cars. They pay taxes just like everyone else. They are sure as hell allowed to make whatever they want to eat, no matter how strong the smell. Alot of caucasians complain about the smell of curry, but why is it that theirs just as many caucasians running to east indian restaurants as there are east indians for some butter chicken or samosas? Stop making such racist remarks.
anonymous, you're an idiot. Your post is a disservice to all the people in the world who experience real racism.
"Streets in Abbotsford smell like curry because east indians live in Abbotsford and they eat curry." Wow, what a brainwave, you're right, that is why some parts of Abbotsford smell like curry. To many people that means they smell good.
There's no negativity toward Indo-Canadians anywhere in this post so quit being so hypersensitive.
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