Ko Yao Noi bungalows

2018 Grateful 12

We’re more than half-way through our four weeks in Thailand and I’m missing home, just a tad. It’s a peculiar feeling, not one I’m used to. I’ve been trying to figure out what exactly I’m missing though. It’s not as if I’m completely disconnected from the world or even travelling solo. I’ve had lots of train time to think and I’ve come to the conclusion that what I’m missing is stuff I do routinely and take completely for granted.

Today is the third successive Sunday that I’ve not been to mass. I’m what others refer to as a pick-and-mix Catholic and perhaps disagree more than agree with the Church’s teachings. But I’m fully aware that it’s a man-made institution and therefore don’t feel bad at all about not subscribing blindly to all its tenets. But going to mass breaks up my week. It marks the end of one and the beginning of another. For a freelancer who doesn’t have a set Monday to Friday workweek, that’s more important than I’d imagined. For the last few weeks, I’ve never been quite sure of what day it is. And mostly, it didn’t matter. But on occasion, when that loss of centre comes to ground, it’s important.

I’m still working. I’m never completely off the clock.  I’m keeping an eye on stuff from regular clients and doing what I can when the Internet allows. Yet I find myself missing it. Wow. That’s definitely something that would never have happened when I was working in the corporate world. I must like what I do to be missing it.

Right now, we’re on the island of Ko Yao Noi having made our way from Bangkok to Ayutthaya by train. Then north to Chiang Mai by train. Then to Chiang Rai by bus, Kanchanaburi by plane and car, and here finally by songthaew, local bus, train, car, and boat. We’re clocking up the miles.  And the experiences.

Today, himself is off exploring the island by motorbike. I’ve opted to stay back and do some work. Sometimes difference needs to be metered by sameness. Sometimes the familiar is more appealing than the new. Sometimes reality is a welcome intrusion.

This week, I’m grateful that I enjoy what I do and get to do it pretty much wherever I am in the world, as long as I have an Internet connection. And while both my offices in Hungary are in the smallest and darkest rooms in the flat/house, I’m getting a kick out of working outdoors, by the water, with a view. Wouldn’t want to do it every day, but today, it’s good.

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