Alright so maybe I should be saving this post for when it’s actually a full year, but I’m at home sick so I figured I’d do it now.
On the 21st August it will be a year since I arrived in Myanmar (Burma). How bizarre. So much has happened and when I think that my entire relationship with Josh happened in that time it feels like such a long time cos we did so much stuff. But then when I think about that day when I said a [very] tearful farewell to my parents and arrived in Burma a day later, it seems like last month or something. Time *is* flying here and I am really enjoying life.
I don’t feel a single miniscule bit of regret in making the decision to come here - in fact I think it was probably the best decision I’ve ever made. I’ve met some really weird people in good ways and bad, and some who I’m still trying to suss out. I’m glad that the trip home isn’t too bad, just one really short flight and one 10 hour flight (or thereabouts) cos it actually feels like a very short journey to me. (Obviously Valium is my friend in these situations!)
I have another year to go here, which I’m really looking forward to. I’m enjoying living in my cool house, even though we have ants and cockroaches and rats and we even have crows nesting in the roof. I’m getting used to it :) And in a year, I’ve only seen one snake, which is pretty good going (or lame, depending on how you perceive snakes).
I’ve met some lovely guys who have changed my perspective of many things, including myself. Josh has made a huge difference in my life and still means everything to me, even though he seems to be disappearing (or am I the one who is disappearing?). Then there’s Matt, who managed to pick me up and rescue me that horrible night with Alister-the-Prick, and who has resurfaced in my life to make me feel beautiful and give me somebody to focus on. He is lovely. My standards in men are definitely soaring compared to where they used to be. Mum, you can relax, it’s all good.
And more good news… in *less* than two weeks, in fact it’s 11 days, I will (if nothing goes wrong, touchwood) be embarking on another Valium-induced venture home to the UK for not-long-enough. Not quite 2 weeks, more a week and 5 days I guess. So that will obviously involve chilling out with my family and my girly buddies (oh god I can’t wait, girls), TV, chocolate, shopping and some decent fucking tea. And maybe I’ll see Jason at some point to say hello too. Maybe.
I wish my holidays were longer - I don’t have enough time to see everybody who I want to see… I want to see Prew and Harriet, Charlie, Katharine and Herbie, My aunt and uncle, my great Auntie, Caitlin, Clanky, Lofty, Mark (Podz), jeez, the list is endless…. well not endless, but it is really frustrating not to be able to fit everybody in. Maybe what I need to do is to have one huge party where I invite EVERYBODY to one place at the same time so we can all hang out and I can get to catch up with everyone without having to sacrifice a day for each person. I don’t mean that to sound like ‘my time is so precious’ - all I mean is that 13 days isn’t enough because there are more than 13 people who I wanna see, and obviously my family takes priority… Very frustrating. In some ways I’m envious of the people who work for “schools” rather than the BC cos they get a lovely 2 month holiday in July and August and get to see everybody… But then I get to go home more often. Hm.
Am REALLY looking forward to having a hire car again and hoping (fingies crossed) I can get the funky Vauxhall Astra I had last time I was home.
At the moment, I am just trying (oh yet again) to get rid of some bug/virus thing which I have had since Sunday… As if being unwell wasn’t inconvenient enough, it now looks like I’m getting a nice attractive coldsore as well, and obviously I don’t have any Zovirax cos you can’t bloody well buy it here. Any advice on alternative therapies for cold-sores??!!? I have vitamin C! I’m thinking of making myself a vitamin-C tablet sandwich.
Okay, over and out for now. Is anyone still reading my blog anyway?? 
