Two Weeks and Counting…

Two weeks until I move to Thailand. Temporarily, of course, but for a significant chunk of time. As the days tick by, as I strain my mouth muscles trying to learn the Thai language (tonal languages give your jaw muscles a surprising workout!), and frantically throw together a pile of things to pack, I am growing excited, nervous, panicked, and overwhelmed, all at once.

It occurs to me I just might be crazy.

I leave behind my patient and supportive husband. These next two weeks I must whip the house into shape before he descends into bachelor mode. I imagine this is the last deep cleaning our house will receive until I return home in September. I scramble to complete gardening projects. Jot down instructions for taking care of the cats and houseplants. Spend as much time with Mark as possible.

All the while, I keep racing through my mental checklist. I have my travel visa. My wardrobe planned. My clothing ensemble for my friend’s Bangkok wedding purchased and packed. A stack of teaching materials and lesson ideas. There is only so much I can plan for until I reach the village I will be living and teaching in for the summer.

Two weeks and counting…


About chronictraveler

Chronic Traveler starts as a dream, one that I thought I had lost, but that has slowly changed into a mission to realize and live that dream every day. In December 2007 I became seriously ill and the doctors did not know what was causing my illness. I had to stop teaching as my life tumbled into a never-ending nightmare of doctors, hospitals and tests. Finally, in May 2008 I was diagnosed with a chronic condition - fibromyalgia. I was only 26 years old at the time. I have had to give up teaching, and now work part-time at a performing arts center as I learn how to manage my condition and improve my quality of life. What helped me through the months of uncertainty and sickness, and continues to inspire me, was a new focus on what truly mattered to me: family, friends, gardening, the arts, and especially travel. I have always fed my soul by traveling, ever since I first stepped off the plane at age 16 in Kathmandu, Nepal to help with an orphanage's building project. Meeting new people and experiencing how they live and how they view the world infuses my life with a richness I was so afraid I would lose when the doctor first said, "You have fibromyalgia". This blog is my story, as I begin to forge a new path. I am embracing my life as it is, with the fibromyalgia pain and fatigue, and learning to do what I love regardless. It may mean I have to go slower and take more naps or breaks! But I am determined to learn how to travel and experience the world, and hopefully what I learn will help others like me who believe their medical condition stands in the way of their travel dreams.
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