I don't think I'll ever get over being surprised by jet lag.
I realized as I (finally) made myself pack that... one of the reasons I was dragging my feet is because I feel, on some level, that I'm loosing both my homes. There is a part of me that still thinks if I don't start something, it can't end. So I wished, on my way, that I could stay in an airport and never have to loose anything. I know this isn't how it works, but I wished it all the same.
In Bangkok I teared up on the shuttle taking me to the last plane. I hoped no one saw; what would they think, this farang girl crying for a country she can never have?
And then I got to CNX and saw my parents and now I'm mostly just completely glad.
I'll make the most of this last trip to my parents' Thailand home.
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