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girl in thailandI have lived in Bangkok, yes, Thailand, for just shy of a month at this point. If roughly two months ago you told me that my daily routine would be what I am experiencing now I would have looked at you with bewilderment in my eyes, certain judgment. If you even mentioned city life I would have scoffed it off and claimed, “Only lucky people who don’t want a “Thai Experience” would wind up living there.” Oh how wrong could I have been.

My first experience with Bangkok was almost two months ago when I flew here, stayed a few days, did some touristy activities, and then peaced out to my safety bubble two and half hours south on the coast in Hua Hin. Yes, I saw Bangkok. I walked around, took a Tuk Tuk, almost got pulled into a Ping Pong show, walked around Khao San Road, got ripped off by a taxi driver. I was basically a seasoned Bangkok visitor after my three days here. Wrong. Wrong in so many ways.

Bangkok stretches well over an hour north to south, and well over an hour east to west, and that doesn’t even include the sub-urban areas (not to be confused with the common western word “suburban” which would allow you to believe in an existence of those little town homes with cookie cutter yards, yeah, those don’t exist here, sub-urban here is literally a lesser city that is still city, just even more grimy). Bangkok is huge. HUGE. At this point I feel like I could live here for ten or fifteen more years and still hardly make it to every district, let alone every cool thing to do here.

That being said, I finally found an apartment, I committed. I moved in last week after a span of couch surfing that led me to chew all my nails off and invest in anxiety meds, ok not entirely, but I definitely considered it. The thing about Bangkok is you have two options, cheap “Thai” housing, or expensive “Western” housing. . . there is very little in between. UNTIL, I was lucky enough to get back in touch with Brian (we had been separated after Hua Hin) who led me to his apartment complex. So I tried the commute out, it was much further than I originally wanted to be from my school, but it worked.

I committed to a super cute one bedroom “Smart Condo” in Bang Bon near the intersection of Rama II and Bon Khun Thian, for my friends who have no idea what that means. . . it means I rented a tiny apartment that happens to have a makeshift kitchen that consists of a fridge and a microwave near a six lane highway that smashes into a SIXTEEN lane highway. The area surrounding my apartment is as safe as living in a Thai neighborhood could be. We have security guards around the perimeters of the apartments, and I am surrounded by super smiley lovely Thai people. There are about four other westerners I have managed to find in the seven different buildings. The living is cozy, ohhhh, and today I got internet. Win!

As I banter on about my chaotic, but turning into routine life, here in Bangkok, I’ve been brought back to the title and reason for posting on my blog tonight. Today was a good day here. For the past few weeks I feel like I have hardly been staying afloat. Somewhere between lesson plans, my commute, the extra workload at school, and the need to find food, water, and shelter for survival, I was only able to fit in the negative emotions that came as a reaction to the culture shock and workload. My negativity, which I rarely ever let dig so deep in my mind, was making even what should have been relaxing or fun time. . . not that fun.

Today, Wednesday here, is my hardest workload of the week. I have six classes and hardly any free time. Yet this morning as I started my hectic day I could see things were working out. My lesson plans all went decent, my high schoolers reacted positively to my favorite “Build a Burger” activity, and my commute home went smoothly and decently. I got a phone call from a new South African friend asking me to meet her for dinner. My land lady called to let me know my new internet username and password. I had a phenomenal dinner of spaghetti carbonara. My spirits were lifted as I remembered the Thai phrases I learned the day before. I made a new friend. I pulled Brian out of his apartment and we strolled to Seven to buy chocolate milk and I was able to think of quite a few great things that were going for me. My best friend in Hua Hin, Lacey is coming up this weekend. I was able to go to Hua Hin last weekend. My Thai community is accepting me and trying to teach me. I can think of several places I know how to navigate to without issue. I’m adjusting here. I’m not out of the culture shock woods yet, but I’m beginning to enjoy my time here.

I thought back on my original opinion of coming to Bangkok and I giggled. What did I know? Clearly nothing. I’m certainly getting the Thai experience here, I am just very lucky to be getting this Thai experience. There may not be jungles or kids who have never seen a westerner. I may not be changing the lives of my students in some story book impacting way, but I am here making changes, for my students, and my life. I’m lucky.

Today was a good day in the BKK.


This post comes from Kayleigh Spicer. Her blog site is:  https://imanoriginal.wordpress.com/. We love the authenticity of this piece and hope you enjoy as well.

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