It’s weird. I feel like time has just been flying by since I arrived in Beijing. Life in Cambodia seems like, well, a lifetime ago. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a few months. It’s hard to believe, too, just how different my life is now than it was in January.
A few short months ago I was completely unsure of what I was doing. I knew I’d be moving on from Phnom Penh but I didn’t know where I was going to go. There was talk of moving back to Indonesia, moving back to the States, or just traveling for a while. And while all of those options sounded appealing in their own way, none of them actually were. Because they all came with uncertainty and a lack of any sort of (semi)permanence. I’m sure other expats can relate to it when I say that the uncertainty of semi-nomadic expat life can really wear on you. And it did, especially when I realized that things in Phnom Penh just weren’t going to work out.