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 A month has gone by and to let November's events go unrecorded would unforgiving. In an effort to be a self-knowing woman, I'm continuously and brutally honest with myself, discovering that my current ongoing struggle is being able to hold onto the memories that keep passing with each train. Not finding my way through a grocery store or connecting with a culture inherently opposite to mine; my struggles consists of basically having too much fun and not enough mental memory space. With each ticket up and down this country, my butter spread of knowledge's edge creeps farther, but also thinner. To sit down with my thoughts is like a homecoming traveler lying down in her childhood bed. My back is strong but it is string compared to the rope that pulls me back to a conversation with myself. My feet met miles of earth, aching and oozing with blisters, bug bite constellations, raised scars, and well endowed muscle retention, but all of those are minor ailments compared to th

น่า สนุกดี   naa F  sa L  nook L  dee M    [noun]  Essentially a translation of when someone watched me properly eat fried fish and boiled egg and chili paste with my hands and conveyed, as far as my friend translated after a few beers and sips of homemade whiskey.. "It feels good inside when I talk to you." Now, that is quite the most hopelessly romantic thing a very youthful looking 65 year-old man has said to me, but even moreso the highest compliment I've ever heard a farang receive. Now I have spent far too long in the city having far too much fun, but this streak was interrupted these past three weekends when I found myself miles south elbows-deep in cow farms and backroads to waterfalls and ponds and secret gardens. I began going to a friend's family home in Prachuap Khirikan, near Hua Hin. This trip was the first time I had seen ocean since I left California back in July. That absence has been painstaking, as I spent my l