This might be one of those posts that I write and then promptly delete before I ever hit post, but I’ll write anyway and if it sees the light of day so be it. If it doesn’t, if even this caveat as to its potential destruction is destroyed, so be that, too.
Laos is really, really working me over, in spite of how much better things have gotten overall. I have highs and lows, and most of them are not related, at all, to things like culture shock, or job stress, or anything to really and fundamentally do with the specifics of living in this particular geographical thumbtack on the map.
I guess I should say I find myself being worked over here in Laos, but it’s a location independent kind of misery.
I know I would feel this rattleshacked (I don’t know what I mean by that, it just came out, and so I’m leaving it, despite the insistence of that red squiggle and the fact that I fully admit it makes no sense) regardless of where I happened to be living right now, because it all starts in my brain these days, but still.
Still.
Things can get really hard around here for me, even as they’re getting much better overall.
Written November November 30th, 2013, and left as a draft on Blogger until now.
