I liken my summer to standing in the hallway – a long hallway with doors to Chicago, Madison, St. Paul, New Hampshire. Doors that were always open but inevitably returned to that hallway, where I had closed the door on one life but hadn’t yet opened the door on the other.
Today I open the door. I leave behind the friends, colleagues, familiarity, the safety net that is Tokyo, and enter the world of Bangkok. I’m apprehensive. I’m not adventurous by nature. I have a friend traveling the world – London, Paris, Italy, Dubai, Jordan, Greece – alone! That’s not me. So I’m keeping this blog, more for myself, not only to chronicle the journey, but also to force me to get out and take the journey.
I open the door, not jumping in with both feet, but one determined step at a time.