michael wrote a post where he sort of gives words to this constant condition of being i’ve felt since we moved to thailand. it’s really more that he describes the absence of this feeling. he wrote of returning to america and being greeted at the airport and how it felt
It was a peculiar feeling – the feeling of release, the feeling of putting down something heavy. It made me feel light and optimistic and….comfortable.
my days are colored by this uncomfortableness. it’s something i’ve known was there but hadn’t been able to identify. it has lessened in the past 8 months, but is still palpable. i’m not sure it every totally goes away, i’ve heard rumor that no matter how long your here it’s never truly home.