I flew into Chiang Mai close to midnight. The city was dark as a co-worker drove me to the house.
As we passed buildings and navigated the city streets, everything felt vaguely familiar. I recognized shops and remembered different landmarks, but couldn’t quite place them geographically. Struggling to conjure an image of the city’s grid, I held miniature puzzle pieces in my hand with little recollection of the picture on the box. Continue reading “Scattered pieces”
Riding my bicycle through the Old City of Chiang Mai yesterday, I passed a woman also riding. She was meandering slowly down the street while an auto rickshaw driver prepared to pull out in front of her. I knew I had time to get around them before turning left at the next light.
I checked my mirror and then over my shoulder. Using my arm to signal, I swiftly moved into the other lane.
It was a simple moment. A simple decision.
Yet as I passed, I experienced this deep revelation: I live in Thailand. Continue reading “Reality check”