First Day Back

Trying to get back in work mode. It has been a strange day. First I overslept and completely missed my alarm clock. The sky looked so gray and dark that I couldn’t really tell how late it has been. Luckily no one at work was expecting me to be in bright and early. I guess they thought I would be flying in the morning?

It was pouring rain. Such a contrast with the scary sunshine at Bangkok. After some busy catch-up with work items, I took a little break and surfed the web. Going through the usual sites. Trying to fit in my normal routine prior to the vacation, as if trying on an old pair of shoes. It felt so strange. A life of a stranger. As if I have left my heart behind in the streets of Bangkok, or on the beach of Phuket…

I’m back, yet, I’m not back.

While I was in Narita Tokyo airport, the intercom was continuously broadcasting boarding announcement, to Hong Kong, to JFK, to Korea, To Beijing. Each gate along the walkway was leading to a completely new city, a completely different possibility. The world seemed so small. I could go anywhere if i chose to. It was so tempting…

3 thoughts on “First Day Back

  1. “…As if I have left my heart behind in the streets of Bangkok, or on the beach of Phuket…”

    Exactly how I feel. Strange that how a place can give such an expression in 10 days. Or maybe because I only stayed 10 days? I wish I could have stayed longer. I miss the warmth of the country (though not outdoor Bangkok from 10am to 3pm!). How extraordinary that everyone smiled so naturally at strangers! Or come to think of it, how strange it is that here hardly anybody smiles at a stranger…

  2. You were tempted by the different destinations. I felt the calling too. Makes you ask, what am I doing in my little cubicle …

  3. I wonder if we would have felt differently if it was sunny in SF when we arrived? Maybe it would have been easier to come back to reality when the reality doesn’t look so miserable. 🙂

    The road goes ever on and on…I wonder when(if) I really embarked on a long period of traveling, going from city to city; would I miss home? Would I long for that boarding announcement for SFO more than ever? I might even miss my little cubical here… possible?

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