See Monkey Travel: Farewell to Bangkok

I certainly have not fully processed that we aren't going back to Thailand. Between the constant parties and joyful reunions, there simply hasn't been time to think about the enormous shift happening in our lives. It hits me sometimes that I'll likely not see many of the people who used to be constant figures in my daily life. In some cases that's a great thing. In others, it's heartbreaking. Some of the hardest goodbyes were of course to our close friends, my yoga family and somewhat strangely to our security guard and familiar mototaxi drivers. As I write this, a sad, empty feeling washes over me wishing to be back in the colorful, lively environment of our home in Bangkok. But quickly I remember the feeling that it was time to leave. At least for now. That still doesn't remove the aching feeling of wishing I could go back to one of my favorite yoga classes, eat deliciously cheap food on the street with beer in a cup with ice, feel the wind in my hair on the back of a moto and soak up the energy of the most chaotic city I've ever been to.

Our life in Bangkok was amazing. It was stressful. It was sweaty; it was wet. It was simple; it was complicated. It was sweet and it was smelly. It was isolating but inviting. It was thrilling; it was scary. Bangkok was our home and now it's just a memory. A place we may never go to again, but even if we do, it will never be the same.

To say I'm grateful for the good times and the bad, for the lessons learned and perspective forever changed is an incredible understatement, but it's all I can put into words right now. Thanks to everyone who made that chapter of our lives so special and rewarding. Words will never be enough, but the fullness and simultaneous void in my heart will always remind me of that most fascinating and lively 'City of Angels.'