Jamison’s Misadventures In Asia

It is cold in Thailand.  As I write these words I am both giddy and awed by the fact.  In the dogged afternoons of April, when the heat mandated I cycle between parking myself in front of my fan and showering up to five times a day, never could I have imagined that I would be able to comfortably wear a fleece jacket and long pants in this country.  But here I sit in front of the computer, doing just that. 

The weather helps me realize and accept that it is December and Christmas is just days away.  Were it not for the chill in the air, it might be easy to forget all that is taking place across the Pacific this time of year:  holiday parties, Mother Hips shows, old friends getting together.  The holidays give a distinct gauge of where I was at this time last year and how much I have experienced in the twelve months since. 

I’ve been in Thailand long enough that this place has grown familiar and is one that I can call home, at least for a little while.  More surprising than feeling at home here is finding pieces of my true home in this country.  Gray skies take me back to Seattle, and on clear days, the bite in the air gives a distinctively New England feel.  I wear long pants, a fleece, and flip-flops–it’s winter in Northern California.  Thai people walk around bundled in winter coats, and somehow it reminds me of home.

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