Well, I have been safely home in America for several days now, but only after an incredibly eventful journey home. My flight from Bangkok to Tokyo was cancelled, which I was informed of while waiting for a flight in a tiny airport in Phuket, Thailand. After a late night flight from Phuket to Don Muang airport in BKK, after a long taxi ride to Suvarnabhumi Airport on the other side of BKK, after pacing through the airport all night until the United ticket counter opened, after talking to two ticket agents who didn’t understand we wanted to get home today, we found one lovely ticket agent who figured out how to get Megan and I home the same day we were originally scheduled. Bangkok to Taipei, to Seoul, to San Francisco, to Denver, to Des Moines. So after one ferry, one van, one taxi, six flights, seven airports, and nearly 50 hours…I was home.
The end of my second journey to Thailand. Sitting on the beach of Loh Dalum Bay, saltwater breeze rustling through the trees, water gently caressing the shoreline, the tide working its way back out to sea. Turquoise water meets white sand beaches that meet lush green trees. Paradise. Perhaps the most natural beauty I have seen on earth. Continue reading →
At times I wonder about my life. About 5 or 10 or 15 years from now. About how my past will fit into my future, about how grad school became a part of the plan for my early(ish) 20s. About how a year ago I was living on my own in Thailand and now I’m a barista in my small hometown and living at my parents’ house, about how I’m strangely okay with that. About the mysteries of love, about the lasting fragments of brokenness, about what it feels like to be completely known and accepted. Continue reading →
There’s a man who comes into the coffeeshop every so often and orders a double espresso. And when I ask him, “For here or to go?” He always says, in his thick British accent, “For here, please.”
I pull two shots of espresso, gently tamp it — twice for good measure — and watch the golden brown liquid flow into the tiny espresso cup. I set it on a saucer and bring it to him – he likes to sit at the tall table by the back window. Continue reading →