I'm spending six months in Thailand just outside of Bangkok working with children who have disabilities. These are some of my thoughts and experiences

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Last writing while in Thailand

This is the last bit I wrote when I was in Thailand. I came home the morning of the 11th after a pretty messy flight schedule. My bags are still missing in action, but I'm doing pretty well. The last couple weeks in Thailand were a pretty big blur, keeping me incredibly busy trying to get things wrapped up. This was what I wrote while i was back up in Buriram visiting the family I know there again. I didn't get a chance to finish it, but I'll leave it as it stands. Come back though, I'll still be posting more thoughts and experiences from the trip, as a way to help me process what I've learned and also to let you keep seeing more stories!



I can’t believe it’s already less than a week till I get back home in the good old US of A. Things had been incredibly busy the last few weeks of work here. I ended up working 20 out of 21 days before I finished my work with CCD. Tuesday was my last official day at work, though I will be going back on Monday to visit the guys and drop off some presents.

The last week couple weeks has been rather hectic trying to wrap things up here in Thailand and say goodbye to everyone. I’m not sure when I’m coming back, but I hope it’s not too long before I get to see the guys again, even if it’s only for a couple weeks. It’s been tough thinking about not seeing the guys or my friends here for who knows how long, but I am also glad to get back home and see everyone back there. Last time I left Thailand I feel like I had forgotten a lot of life lessons that working with the boys had taught me back in Thailand. It’s a strange feeling to walk into one airport and then out of another airport a mere day apart, yet be a world away. To go from playing with disabled kids and adults to pounding nails into 2x4’s. Here I sleep on a floor, eat rice everywhere I go, and stick out like a sore thumb. At home I never seem to go without, and I’m just another face in the crowd. Here I get upset about the way some of these kids have to live their lives, at home I get upset about gas prices.
It is such a transition that an experience from a mere week ago seems more like a dream that you had last year.