Again, this post is long overdue. Sorry. But, lest any of you feared that I had been stuck in a brothel in Malaysia this whole time (which we never did have to resort to, thankfully), I thought I should drop a line mentioning that I am now back in the comforts of my own apartment. Home sweet studio-above-the-coffee-shop home, as they say.
My first night back from the month-long trip, I awoke in the middle of the night without any clue as to my whereabouts, how I got there or what day or time it was. At first I thought that perhaps I had gone unconscious (I had fallen asleep reading & was jetlagging pretty hard) and that I had woken up in some strange new hostel. I sat up and had to look around for several minutes before I was able to piece it together (my friend, K, says it reminds her of Jason Bourne - when you look around and your first instinct is to wonder where your pack and passport are, I guess you do kind of question your identity a little)...but after a bit, I was able to return to sleep...and not wake up until 2:30 in the afternoon. Considering that I went to bed at 10pm, I'd say that's bordering on comatose. And, again, I woke up confused. My watch was still on Malaysia time, but the other two clocks said 2:30. And my first thought was, But if it's 2:30 in the morning, how could the sun be shining so brightly? Such was the functionality of my logic. Notice I didn't think: wow, I slept a long time - it's 2:30PM. No, no - instead I try to fathom how amazing the sun is that it can be so strong at 2:30AM. Such is the joy of jetlag. : )
But, despite the jetlag, I am home and trying to get back in the swing of things. I returned to work yesterday, and I have to admit that that's a bit of an adjustment. With all the goings-on and personal interaction that takes place at a conference, it's quite a change of pace to try to sit in a relatively quiet office at a computer for eight hours again. Not that I mind it, though, really. I have a lot to catch up on, so I certainly won't be bored during the next two weeks. Why two weeks, you ask? Well, that's all the longer I have until my next trip. This one's not a working one, though. Unless you count sight-seeing as work (which one could probably make an argument for). This is the one with my parents and grandmother. As my mom recently described it: it's the trip in which I get to see my almost-94-year old grandma see the Egyptian pyramids. Pretty amazing, huh? So, yeah, that's what's up in a couple of weeks.
But before I start gearing up for that, I have photos & snippets to share of SE Asia. Time to get crackin'! Unfortunately, with the whole aforementioned jetlag thing, I'm in no shape to do it tonight. I will, however, try to pick away at it over the next couple of weeks. I know, I know - but it's the best I've got.
I will leave you with two pictures, though. The one at the beginning of this post is actually the last picture of the trip - at an Irish restaurant in Bangkok, the night before my flight back to the States and N & K's back to China. 'Cause sometimes you've got to start at the end to get to the beginning?
Hmm... And this other one I'll leave you with is actually more reflective of how three of the four weeks were spent: working in a hotel office. Of course, that hotel was in northern Thailand, so, you know, it was still pretty cool. And I got to work with some really great people, so all in all, 'twas another great time to be where I was.
Ok, that's it for now. More to come....