|don't be deceived by their docile appearance|
my thai visa expires in april, and i plan to go back to america. but i came to southeast asia broke, and i'm still broke! at least every week in burma, someone asks me to come to their village to live and teach, but of course none of those offers would provide money, as capitalism is foreign to their communal culture. and airlines don't typically accept community service for payment. so after trying for so long to get back to my village, i knew that i couldn't stay. i packed up my house, took a lot of photos, said many tearful goodbyes, and headed back to thailand to try to find some kind of paid teaching position or tutoring, to fund my plane ticket for april.
|unloading all the music equipment before we pulled the truck out|
the intense weekend proved to be a perfect finale after teaching kindergarten for two weeks. if teaching kindergarten was the most emotionally exhausting thing i can ever remember doing, the jungle expedition was the most physically exhausting.
the last two weeks have been very trying, challenging and pushing me to new limits. but they've been really beautiful, i had a lot of fun, i loved a lot, and i'm glad to have lived and learned! now that i left my house, i'm once again officially homeless. i seem to have worn out my welcome in the school i lived at last year, due to my religious variance and my beliefs in radical love and radical freedom. and i'm broke as a joke and needing to buy a plane ticket.
i don't know where i'm sleeping tonight, where i'll be a week from now, or how i'll get across the great ocean in a few months. however, unlike a herd of wild kindergartners, this is the kind of challenge that i'm excited to face. the unsure days ahead are but tapestries waiting to be woven.