little moments of this
It’s a Tuesday in this wonderful kingdom. I had decided I wanted to write differently and then not to write differently. So here I am back on my little creation of a thing. Last night I met my friend Bill for some expat time. We always talk life here, people, our wives. Often we meet some travelers or expats. Last night did both. As usual drank a little more beer than I should do but life here demands my weakness.
Now I sit with the particular beer headache that lasts until I walk and get the feeling inside again. The wonderful sense of movement with no purpose.
Been thinking a lot on living here lately. More retirees are moving to Cambodia they say and more are leaving other countries because of their particular visa law changes. I don’t know why they make the changes since retirees normally have a little money and some time to spend it. Thailand and Philippines seem to enjoy just changing things. So expats living there often move here. We don’t have silly laws and then changes to more silly laws. Instead people are encouraged to simply live their lives. Spend some time and money. Live a bit.
Writing this morning from a street-side coffee house and I can see the little things which I love watching. The forever movement of life here. How everyone has some place to be or go. Well except for me I guess. I just write the little things. The forever social webs of life here. My days that happily are apart from most of the Meta of things. My Tik doesn’t Tok either. I’m grateful for all the absence. I do use WhatsApp because this assortment of people are still there. A few from some days back then. Many from now.
Today I’ll do less and write more perhaps. The little things always seem to hold a fascination but I like being somewhat distant from it. I will never just fit in here and no one expects it. Instead I catalogue all the moments where I don’t.
Somehow they end up here. That seems right to me at the moment.
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