“We are a landscape of all we have seen.” – Isamu Naguchi
This photo was taken on one of the many long walks through Yangon. I found it between two other unrelated images and remember the exact moment in time when I took it. My life these days, although it occasionally involves a long walk, is far different than my life this summer.
I feel that I have already settled in to a routine here.
During the first week back, I was convinced this was going to be the longest few months of my life. Now I’m convinced of the opposite. Days move too fast and I’m already overly committed, involved, and invested.
Weekends are long, fun, and filled with new adventures. These tiny trips have kept me feeling like myself.
This weekend –> a wedding, some car time, and time spent driving motorcycles at the beach!
Back in Carrboro and back to an old and familiar routine.
Although my days don’t quite look like these days did in Yangon, I’m glad I’m here with the ones I love and the comforts of home.
“Travel’s a fairly miserable business in which the journey is nothing but self-discovery is everything.” – Paul Theroux
While I’m happy being here for now, I’m already working on plans for the next trips. Up next –> I’m heading out West and going to explore more of this beautiful country I get to call home.
I’ve smiled and laughed more than I have in ages this past week and I don’t want to go.
It feels good to be back in the beautiful city I’ve called home for the past month, but also somewhat sad to realize this is the last day I’ll have in the country (for a while). I don’t know when life will take me here again, but I’m hoping it will be someday soon.
Tomorrow, early a.m. I’ll be on my way to back to Thailand.
Burma thank you for being wonderful, challenging, and rewarding! Thank you for all the smiles, the generosity, and for sharing yourself with me. Beauty is everywhere here and I feel incredibly blessed to have had the chance to live, work, and play here for the past month.
“Any life, no matter how long and complex it may be, is made up of a single moment — the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.” – Jorge Luis Borges