No, actually, it's just raining like it pays outside. My feet are muddy and so, so, so grossly mosquitofied. What's up, dengue? Are you happening or not? I'm starting to feel unglamorous. I have three dollars and assorted riel on my person and nothing in the fridge. I saw an apartment today which would have high ceilings if you were a 4 foot 2 Khmer lady. It's like a brand new, tiled, barred window rabbit warren. Or mole hole. Mole hole? Mmmm, molé. Larry the mole! Where's Darnell when you need him?
My tum is full of yummy Thai food from lunch.
I remember it was pretty hard to feed myself at first in Fez. That is, until I moved into the riad and enjoyed Gerby's rabbit-orange-cinnamon-okra stews every night. We didn't have a fridge or a pantry yet I cooked more often than I do here. I have made Korean ramen twice, per HLP's tutelage (and the instructions on the bag) and that is it. Oh wait, I heated up day-old Indian take out twice. Mmm Indian. Dan/Sam, I should have joined you in the Bombay Commune. That would have been the thing.
Now I think my thing might be finding a village out in the provinces and staying there for a few weeks. No internet, no boring underperforming job, no constant emailing to everyone I know of "what do I doooooo??!" I'll take my laptop, my doxycycline, and my bright green raingear and blend in with the foliage. I'll eat rice and whatever. I'll write a novel. It will be called The Rainy Season and it will be angsty and orientalist and feature a strong female protagonist.
When we put Maddy down I imagined I'd aimlessly drive South and be alone and mourn my dog or something. Instead, I stayed around the house, babysat and don't remember much of the summer. In the Fall, I watched a lot of Animal Planet (Animal Cops, Animal Precinct) and bonded with my poetry professor over our common recent loss. 5 years later I'm in Cambodia, feeling the same instinct to retreat.
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I didn't know you were in Fez! I loved Fez! Were you studying at ALIF perchance?
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