Yes, yes you can but it isn’t easy. Good lord it isn’t easy. Packing wasn’t so bad but saying goodbye to everything and everyone we knew and loved was heartbreaking. The night before we left, I wept like I never would have imagined. I couldn’t believe how the expat to Bangkok would forever change our lives, our opinions, our perceptions, everything really… It was by far one of the best decisions we ever made.
Recently, I had the opportunity to do a guest post on my friends very popular website Bangkok Girl Blog to bring attention to SEEK Magazine.
I am so grateful for my friends around the world, who are so supportive of this venture and who continually send me the encouragement that I need to not get discourage and to just keep going. It will take sometime to get it off the ground but I believe that God has a plan for this!
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Chiang Mai located in the north of Thailand is only an hour plane ride away from Bangkok. We decided this year, since we were home for the Christmas holiday, we would plan a trip to leave on Christmas day in the afternoon because we didn’t want to miss our family back home. We had our Christmas morning, played with our toys and headed to the airport with our new NASA space shuttle from Santa in tow.
A quick flight later, we landed in Chiang Mai and were greeted by our driver that I had prearranged. If you are looking for a driver, I was referred to Mr. Pon from a friend here in Bangkok, who has used him several times. He was very knowledgeable of the area, patient, a safe driver and his English was great.
Bangkok is a land full of expats, who have their own traditions and expectations when it comes to Christmas time. My first Christmas in Bangkok, I wrote a post about “Christmas sensory overload” and at times it still feels that way, with the massive trees, light displays that could cause a seizure, and the random “Christmas themes” that whatever marketing department for the building being decorated feels works as Christmassy enough but in all reality I have no clue what they are going for half of the time. For example, at Terminal 21 this year by my house, they had a winter wonderland full of what reminded me of the Travelocity gnome and mushrooms that you would see in a Mario Brothers video game. To top it all off this Christmas, Central World Mall, which normally has the biggest display around, was overrun with astronaut Snoopy (hundreds of them!) and spaceship Santa Claus. Can someone tell me how this works as a Christmas theme? Not that I am to upset about this since Killi is on a total Charlie Brown Christmas and astronaut space theme right now; he loved it. Although Christmas isn’t the same for Thai’s as it is for Westerners they still get into the spirit with the gift giving and partaking in the Christmas activities around town. You can read this article about what some Thai’s think of Christmas… it’s about on par with my expectations.
In February 2014, Bangkok’s first 3D art museum opened its doors to the public. This type of art is very new to my family; we had never seen anything like it before. At some point last year,(probably for this museum’s opening but since everything is normally written in Thai I had no clue what it was about) there was art like this on the BTS Skywalk at the Chitlom station. We saw artists at work and they had magnificent paintings of dinosaurs, whales, and even the Silver Surfer to name a few. The next weekend we went to see the finished product and people were standing on the paintings! I understood that it was a 3D painting you could take a photo of when you stood in the designated spot but I just about lost it when I saw people walking all over these masterpieces but come to find out that’s the point of this type of art…. Who knew?
We arrived in Bangkok January 4, 2013 and now it’s January 4, 2015. This has been the fastest two years of my life.
Bangkok is non-stop. The city pulsates, the heartbeat, which will never stop no matter what comes its way be it natural disasters or political turmoil. The hustle and bustle, the constant white noise that is “the city” is one that is always in the background and although sometimes I long for quiet or just to hear a cricket chirp I think for a second what it would be like to not hear the non-stop noise from the city below my 18th story window. I keep saying that if I woke up tomorrow and never heard another whistle being blown EVER again, I would be in paradise but let’s be for real; this noise is engrained into my subconscious and I hear whistles even when it’s silent. Continue reading