Happy to Sit on the Piece of Furniture I Do Not Know the Name of

Happy to Sit on the Piece of Furniture I Do Not Know the Name of

What is this piece of furniture called?

Is it a day-bed? It could be, but that seems like kind of a dumb name for this thing. A chaise lounge? It’s really somewhere between a backless couch and a cushioned table. The ‘arm’ of it provides a back rest for my lake viewing pleasure.

It’s 6 pm, sunset, and I am looking out on the lake. Some birds are warbling sweetly right now, crickets are trilling, an occasional catfish jumps, and the little gecko twitters its own distinct sound. Apart form those sounds it’s very quiet here. Having an indoor living room with a view is fabulous especially since mosquitoes are fierce this time of day. It’s much better than my former room with an outdoor living room. I still have a balcony overlooking the lake here at Nugent Waterside.

Do I occasionally feel cut off from civilization here? Yes, I do. Do I dislike the fact that internet doesn’t work in my room? Absolutely. I’m hoping at the restaurant it will work tonight. I’m off to go see before it gets any darker and just hope the mosquitoes have finished feasting. I don’t like being on my computer in public spaces necessarily, but sometimes it must be done.

I’m ready for the new chapter in life to begin and at the same time I feel like doing nothing. I also kind of keep waiting for something to happen and it never does. Is this still the mono making me lethargic? I think it is, but it feels like more than that. Is it the isolation of being out here with just a bicycle? It’s that too. Is it that it’s December? Yes, that as well. I just have that feeling of wanting to move forward, but being held back. Things will change.

Being Brave

Being Brave

People tell me I’m brave to quit my job, rent out my house, and move to Thailand with no job, no place to live, not knowing the language, and only having one acquaintance here. This may be true. I trusted that things would work out, and they have. I have a job, a temporary place to live, and I am quite happy.

BUT there are things that scare me – driving here – which I’m realizing more and more is a fear I need to face…but with a car, not a motorbike. Groups of dogs on the street are unnerving, but as long as I’m on my bike and it is light outside, they tend to have no interest in me. Just now something happened that scared the *expletive* out of me.

I came back to my room and as I was turning on the light for the bathroom, I saw something scurry away from my foot at an alarmingly rapid rate. It was a HUGE spider. Now, I’ve seen plenty of spiders here, and generally I’m not worried about them at all. I leave them alone and usually just allow them to stay in my room because they eat the mosquitoes. This one was enormous and ridiculously fast! Each leg was rather skinny, but the length of my finger. Upon realizing its size and speed, I screamed. It ran again.

We were both paralyzed with fear and had a staring contest, I guess the spider won because when I realized it wasn’t moving, I went off to get my camera to try and capture its gargantuan size. I came back and it was gone. Yikes! Now where is it? Oh, exactly NOT where I want it to be – on the low sloped ceiling right above my head! I move, but the spider moves faster. I hear footsteps outside and decide to see who is there, no one answered, so probably no one who speaks English. I return inside and now the spider has vanished. Great.

Do I want to go get someone? Yes. Do I want anyone to kill the spider? No. Is anyone around? Sort of, I know people are awake. Do I go get anyone? I do not. This is a perfect scenario and reminder of what would I do if I lived alone – exactly what I’m doing now, I’m trying to calm myself down. Besides, even if I did get someone, what would I say? “I saw a big scary speedy spider and now it’s disappeared, will you find it?” Clearly, that would just  be silly.

Should I stay here at Nugent Waterside? I will be until Christmas, and then it’s anyone’s guess. I hope the spider has decided to move out by the morning. Where is it? I have no idea, but I hope it decided that outside is a more suitable living space than my bathroom. I wonder how well I’ll sleep tonight knowing there is a gigantic arachnid hiding somewhere in my room. Outlook not so good.

A Funny Little Exchange

A Funny Little Exchange 18.11.11

At my guesthouse, Nugent Waterside, I had been at dinner with the English Language Teaching course students who were hanging around drinking and smoking. My computer doesn’t work in my room, and I had been on my computer in the restaurant area looking for what to do with Sombra and feeling rather depressed about the whole situation. The internet connection was pathetically slow, prospects of finding placement for my dog were looking grim, and the cigarette smoke was irritating, so I went back to my room and thought I’d at least try and write on my outdoor balcony.

Khun Aree the co-owner walked up and I heard her say, “Elizabeth?!”

I replied, “Yes?”

I heard her say, “Elizabeth, you lonely come back.”

I said, “No, that’s OK. I’m OK.”

Aree said, “Yes.”

Me, “No, I’m just about to go to go to bed”

I hear Aree say, “No, you lonely come back. Right here.”

I was thinking, how kind and also strange that this woman must perceive my sadness and want to make sure I’m not lonely. That is so sweet of her, but why is she being so insistent? Realizing that something must be getting lost in communication I reply, “What?”

Then I notice in the darkness, she is trying to show me something.

Aree, “Elizabeth, you laundry come back”

Me, “Oh! I’ll come get it.”

Aree “No, right here”

I then realize she has had my laundry in her hand the whole time and can hand it up to my on the balcony.

“Oh, khap khun khaa khun Aree. I thought you said something else.” I told her. She looked at me with a confused expression, and then laughed. I love Thailand, even in its miscommunications.