Daydreams and Highrises
Today is Sunday, another day spent concluding the weekend and marking the start to one more week spent in the office.
I've been living in Bangkok for half a year now. It's crazy how quickly time flies and yet I still feel myself trying to get acquainted with the situation. But always with the thought of moving on, the next place to go, adventure to tackle, land to conquer. Sitting here today, I find myself contemplating my situation, but in a fairly different light than normal. Honestly, I'm now free to go. Finances aren't holding me back, but I'm also being lured in deeper with new lucrative opportunities that I would never have imagined to happen here. I love that, dreams happening where and when you least expect them to, something new always coming along, but at the same time I find myself continuously struggling with Bangkok. I need SPACE. I need the freedom to move around.... and I just don't think I'm finding it here.
Take today for example. Albeit the day being Sunday, as mentioned, I woke up at close to 11am. Spent some time online chatting before I went across the street to a buffet where I tried to equal my meal out with 51% of it consisting of raw foods. Back at the apartment, some time was spent cleaning, before popping back online and watching The Incredible Mr. Fox. I've got plans to go for a jog this evening in the park when it cools down, but my life just isn't as active as I'm comfortable with it being. I blame part of this on the oppressive heat, pollution, city, and lack of nature, the other part of it on the red shirts taking over my park and drive-by shootings by supposed red shirt members, and I can take a little bit of the blame as well.
That's why.... I've come to the creation on my new "happy place." On my cottage by the grassy, ridged coast-line there's a path that leads down to a sandy beach where I keep the boat I take out on diving and occasional fishing excursions. My kitty friends come along to my new home, too, where they're able to frolic in the fields and catch grasshoppers and bounce after frogs, transforming themselves into entirely fresh-blooded, fit-framed felines. Now this cottage is actually a bit of a farm house, all run entirely on green power, and I keep certain critters. There are the chickens and a cow or two, some sheep, a goat, and a horse to get around with. There's probably something else for a reason or two I can't think of now, and I'm contemplating keeping a pig, and a dog only seems reasonable. This is all maintained in the space behind my cottage, but in the front I keep a flower garden that I tend to and if I look out to the side there's a clear view of the sea, perfect for watching storms, cozy inside with some tea and perhaps a book. So when I'm not fussing in the flower garden, there's the massive vegetable garden or fruit trees to tend to. To start, let's consider tomatoes and green beans, chick peas, watermelon, pumpkins, rhubarb, herbs and herbs....whatever can't grow outside in the garden is inside.... and whatever can't grow there is a patch of tended greenery in the thick of the forest a good half an hour walk in, if you get my drift. But to continue, lettuce and spinach, carrots, berries, broccoli and turnips. Really, whatever grows will be grown, all properly fenced-in by a circumference of geraniums to keep the rabbits out.
From what I've just described, I realize I'm dreaming the life of an old farm marm, but not really. Think of how much there is to do there! Digging in the soil, tending to the animals, hiking into the forest, diving, chopping wood, and coming away from it feeling tired and properly relaxing with the sounds of waves and crickets. Fresh air.
So basically, I'm not impressed with facebook's new app-based reality of "My farm" or "Aquarium World" or whatever it is they're called (I'd also have a kick ass aquarium.) I'm tired of the internet reality, which just seems a cop-out for cramped and bored city lives. I guess, ultimately what I'm saying, I'm just not much of a city girl. However, all this dreaming sounds quite expensive to transform into a reality, so it looks like I'll be staying here a while longer and seeing how this "lucrative" possibility develops.
I've been living in Bangkok for half a year now. It's crazy how quickly time flies and yet I still feel myself trying to get acquainted with the situation. But always with the thought of moving on, the next place to go, adventure to tackle, land to conquer. Sitting here today, I find myself contemplating my situation, but in a fairly different light than normal. Honestly, I'm now free to go. Finances aren't holding me back, but I'm also being lured in deeper with new lucrative opportunities that I would never have imagined to happen here. I love that, dreams happening where and when you least expect them to, something new always coming along, but at the same time I find myself continuously struggling with Bangkok. I need SPACE. I need the freedom to move around.... and I just don't think I'm finding it here.
Take today for example. Albeit the day being Sunday, as mentioned, I woke up at close to 11am. Spent some time online chatting before I went across the street to a buffet where I tried to equal my meal out with 51% of it consisting of raw foods. Back at the apartment, some time was spent cleaning, before popping back online and watching The Incredible Mr. Fox. I've got plans to go for a jog this evening in the park when it cools down, but my life just isn't as active as I'm comfortable with it being. I blame part of this on the oppressive heat, pollution, city, and lack of nature, the other part of it on the red shirts taking over my park and drive-by shootings by supposed red shirt members, and I can take a little bit of the blame as well.
That's why.... I've come to the creation on my new "happy place." On my cottage by the grassy, ridged coast-line there's a path that leads down to a sandy beach where I keep the boat I take out on diving and occasional fishing excursions. My kitty friends come along to my new home, too, where they're able to frolic in the fields and catch grasshoppers and bounce after frogs, transforming themselves into entirely fresh-blooded, fit-framed felines. Now this cottage is actually a bit of a farm house, all run entirely on green power, and I keep certain critters. There are the chickens and a cow or two, some sheep, a goat, and a horse to get around with. There's probably something else for a reason or two I can't think of now, and I'm contemplating keeping a pig, and a dog only seems reasonable. This is all maintained in the space behind my cottage, but in the front I keep a flower garden that I tend to and if I look out to the side there's a clear view of the sea, perfect for watching storms, cozy inside with some tea and perhaps a book. So when I'm not fussing in the flower garden, there's the massive vegetable garden or fruit trees to tend to. To start, let's consider tomatoes and green beans, chick peas, watermelon, pumpkins, rhubarb, herbs and herbs....whatever can't grow outside in the garden is inside.... and whatever can't grow there is a patch of tended greenery in the thick of the forest a good half an hour walk in, if you get my drift. But to continue, lettuce and spinach, carrots, berries, broccoli and turnips. Really, whatever grows will be grown, all properly fenced-in by a circumference of geraniums to keep the rabbits out.
From what I've just described, I realize I'm dreaming the life of an old farm marm, but not really. Think of how much there is to do there! Digging in the soil, tending to the animals, hiking into the forest, diving, chopping wood, and coming away from it feeling tired and properly relaxing with the sounds of waves and crickets. Fresh air.
So basically, I'm not impressed with facebook's new app-based reality of "My farm" or "Aquarium World" or whatever it is they're called (I'd also have a kick ass aquarium.) I'm tired of the internet reality, which just seems a cop-out for cramped and bored city lives. I guess, ultimately what I'm saying, I'm just not much of a city girl. However, all this dreaming sounds quite expensive to transform into a reality, so it looks like I'll be staying here a while longer and seeing how this "lucrative" possibility develops.