The following paragraph is pretty rough, more or less a stream of consciousness that I scribbled in my journal a while back. At the time I think I was frustrated with my living arrangement in my room at the dorm. I thought of it again now because I just moved to a new little apartment, and it reminded me of what's important in a place. Forgive the blatant disregard of the formalities of the English language, if you will.
I'm beginning to come to the conclusion that my enjoyment/contentment/happiness in a place is dependent of course on a number of factors, a major one of which is a history of relationship, love, shared life/memories there. That it is a place where I can remember times of shared life, love, laughter, relationship, of giving of life to each other. The places I can look back and say 'that's a place I loved to be, was comfortable at, at peace in, longed to be/go to,' are all places of shared life, love, etc. It's not the only factor of a place, of course, but with it, the absence of others, such as physical comfort, beauty, amenities, etc can not only be overlooked, but not even missed. And in its absence, a place lacking beauty, warmth (not just physically), ambiance, comfort, etc, pretty much just sucks, a lot of the time.
It's just one more confirmation of my sneaking suspicion that life, at it's core, is all about relationships, and the rest is just window dressing.
So I guess, for those of my friends who live here in Chiang Mai, this amounts to an invitation to come share life with me, and for those wonderful people who aren't in this place, to get your incredible, amazing, silly little selves over here to visit, or just to share life in what ways we can, from afar.
As usual, words (at least mine), aren't enough. So suffice to say:
I love you.
Love and Grace from Thailand.