I’m sitting here in a coffee shop just around the corner from my lonely apartment, as of last night all my house mates have left, and now the last friendly person on the floor is leaving tonight. So it will be myself in one corner and someone else in the opposite corner and then the quiet married couple next door to me.
I know I should be packing the last of it up, but for some reason procrastination felt like the better choice. I’ve already packed most of my crap into a 65 liter pack and now I’m just waiting on some last minute laundry to be done and then as of tomorrow there is one more sleep till Thailand.
I’ve been pretty anxious about this for a while, getting back to Thailand, but as of today I’m not only feeling anxious I’m starting to feel a little scared about it. Not the fact I’m going to a country that I don’t speak the native tongue, that doesn’t bother me much after living in Doha for the last 9 months or so, I think I’m feeling a little scared of not having a permanent roof over my head for the first time ever. I’m living out of a backpack, I’ve lived out of suitcases for a couple of weeks at a time, but that was different, this is more of a moving around every few days, not really sure how this is going to work. Oh well, not many people get the chance I’m about to get so I’m going to suck it up and take one for the team. I’ll get on that plane and get my butt to a beach in Thailand and then I’m sure the anxiety will be gone.