My time here is nearly up. Though in my heart I knew this was a temporary stay, after two years, this country has grown on me…I like walking to convenience stores in my pjs, I like being able to buy oily food cheaply, I like the bright lights at night, I like walking into a store that has freezing ac when it’s fakkin hot out. I like having silly conversations about stuff with the laobans while they’re making my breakfast or coffee.
But deep down, I must leave this place because of my commitment to myself. I need to get back to my bitches and hoes in Vancouver. I need to eat at nice seafood restaurants that serve raw oysters, I need good looking waiters to serve me, I need to drive a car once again, I miss the crisp air, my cats need to run on the lawn again, I need to be the yuppie that I am driving an SUV, eating organic shit, rollerblading along the seawall.
I just have to say I really will miss this place. I was THIS close to extending my stay for another few months but if I keep doing that I’ll never leave, and I don’t want to procrastinate the next chapter of my life any further. It’s been a great two years. But man, it’s hard thinking about leaving this island!