After just posting a couple of days about not being stressed about the move to Thailand I woke up mid-sleep in a panic. This is real. Once I’m there, I’m there. No turning back, no running away. I’d like to try and figure things out for myself without relying on Amy too much, though I do hope she can provide me with the emotional support I know I’m going to need!
I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. Right?
The nervous energy I felt whilst winding down time in 1994 is not apparent now. I’m more composed and more reflective. I guess I have some idea what I’m in for this time. I’ve been to Thailand previously, which is at least a step ahead of when I moved to Australia. It is a massive culture difference though. I look forward to that but also curious how I might handle certain situations.
I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. Right?
Anyway, I wrote this long after I woke up mid-sleep and I easily fell back to sleep after the panic. It wasn’t that bad I guess.
1994ever 