Monday morning
For whatever reason these days I wake up a little after 4am. I don’t like that much. What I do like is starting writing things like this or my daily journal with the morning. It’s quiet here at 4am. That’s an unusual thing in a Khmer neighborhood. So laying in bed now grants me a reprieve of sorts from the usual talking. Talking seems to be a main part of life here for Khmer people. I’m not a big time talker. Probably not a good listener either. So instead today I will go my way. First I will make coffee. Listen to music on Spotify. I don’t much like reading news in these moments yet I do. Finally as the time goes by here I feel the need to go. This morning it means a walk to Spring Coffee. This particular Monday is about a warm almond croissant and my usual iced americano there. I love that coffee shop. The quiet pleasures. Decent WiFi. Nice people that bring my stuff.
Writing things
I had gone through the motions of setting up 11ty for blogging. Only to decide it’s not what I want. I want to stay here on bearblog doing what it is I do now. I bought a year here. That feels like enough of a commitment to me. Mostly though it’s my day to day thing. Like the journal that lives with me personally this is my crossover from that sometimes personal and painful yet often pleasurable to this place where those private things sometimes find their light.
I realized I need both. And they often blur and a thing becomes another thing. My thoughts. Written down. Found. Sometimes lost.
soon to be coffee out
Finally, my little walk down National Road 6 to the coffee place I am wanting. It’s a nice walk through the biggest local market in the city. At the end I am hoping they have almond croissants. Sometimes they do. Other times not. The warmth of them when they heat it just right. Just so yum.
And here I am. Monday realized. It’s new years here. Lunar new years strikes. I’ll take the croissant and coffee. Some time over here.
I’m glad to be starting on bearblog. It feels the best fit for the writing I do.