Sunday pleasures
Here we have a Sunday. We went through a day of drizzle which I guess was the edge of some typhoon that struck Philippines and now Laos. We are back to the cooler and beautiful days now. And it’s Sunday.
Always time to write some things. An acquaintance here does daily YouTube vlogs on his life here. He does his walks, meals, adventures of the day to day sort. I think people, especially newcomers, need that. They need to see they can take some of the things and make them their own. What I also figured out last night either some beer was I cannot co-opt those things and superimpose them on what our life is. They simply won’t fit and we won’t find happiness doing what another did. I’m the end here, we have to find our things. Sadly we really don’t. Instead it seems life spirals to the same same and not the different. It creates this downward trend where I start feeling like all of the things we currently do or even think of doing are just repeats of things we have done. Got to Battambang? A lot. And once there we do the same things. My daughter here told me once,
Mom does not like change. She wants everything to always be the same.
It creates a strange tapestry of life. Where things we’ve done are completely similar to things we want to do. Down to the hotel and restaurants. I guess I’m not good with that. So much better to not say much and leave. Find my way for coffee. Do some writing.
Lalatte cafe offers some simple pleasures. A place to sit not so very far. A comfortable couch. Wonderful coffees. The order is a known. Maybe I’m guilty too. I could have done more new coffee places. There’s plenty. I’ll take that up.
Today I will just take what I wish. Do what I need. Find little pleasures and wait for one thing happening supposedly in December. Been needing Vietnam in my life for a long time. It has felt like something is carved out when I don’t have it. Like life barrels along and I cannot find this wonderful, funny, and strange place that held me for a long time. I need Hanoi. Perhaps it is doing the same things. Guilty as charged.
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