I donβt have writerβs block; I just donβt like anything Iβm writing now. Part of the problem is Iβm in the middle of moving from Chiang Mai to Chiang Rai. Iβm spending much of my time dealing with logistics, and saying goodbye to friends. Iβm packing and planning and waiting for Season 4 of Game of Thrones. I donβt have a schedule or routine, really, as my life is in the process of progressing β itβs a mess, but in a messy way, not in a hopeless-oh-dear-god way.
And I havenβt uprooted myself in a long time. Moving within CM doesnβt count. So itβs a big change for me, even though Chiang Rai is just a mere 3 hours north. I feel like Iβm waiting for the gamble to pay off, if it even works out that way. Rarely are these kinds of things so this or that, black or white, all or nothing.
There are moments when I wish time would slow down or speed up, which I think is part of the work that comes with transitions. Because I am leaving, Iβm deliciously in the moment, but because I am leaving, Iβm also eager to leave.
Forcing yourself to change your job, environment, relationship, habit, what-have-you, feels like, what I would imagine time travel to be. Youβre hoping to land where you want to land, but you know starting over will require work that you donβt have to do when you are in familiar surroundings.
Although, if I reflect on my past, moving to places that I have never seen, donβt really know, and have done very little research on, is actually very normal for me. I live by my leaps in life. And itβs certainly not because I have some great call for adventure, in fact, many folks would say Iβm a homebody and a creature of habit, itβs just seems like leaping is part of living, and following your ideas.
But if Iβm honest with you, Iβm turning into one of those complaining grumpy expats regarding Chiang Mai, and thatβs a good sign itβs time to leave.








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