Planning, reading.
My master plan for Thailand is now complete. Rainy days, nervous energy (unease + restlessness), and a recuperating foot are good for something. We’re going to shop and eat our way around Bangkok and explore Ao Nang, Railay Beach, and Ko Phi Phi in southern Thailand.
This evening I’ve been snuggled up on a big polyester chair in the kitchen as I’ve alternately blogged, look for tantalizing descriptions of Bangkok street food, chatted with the other girls staying in the house, and read bits here and there of Anne of Green Gables. About my penchant for returning every few years to that series (there are actually eight novels), which I owned in paperback from elementary through high school, sometimes it’s safer to sink into nostalgia when everything around you is bewildering-slow and lazy, yet somehow simultaneously strained and rushed, weighted with promise and anxiety. This always happens to me. Worrying about the reading that I “have to” do, I forget that passion and enjoyment are not mutually exclusive. In any case, Anne of Green Gables provides a good type of nostalgia with its warmth and lovely descriptions.
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