When a group of 30 or more people are shoved together for 4 weeks there's going to be some drama.
After the mad rush of Songkran, sobriety took hold out of necessity.
All I could think about was ditch water that I swallowed with my beers and wondered if I'd have to be taken to hospital in the morning.
Sometimes the rush of blood from my head, as I stand up too quick, reminds me of that wafer-thin barrier between reality and insanity.
I can't wait to sit down on our new lounge with a beer from our new fridge, watching football, overlooking the sun setting over the mountains out the back window, the smell of Amy's delicious cooking wafting from our kitchen. It can happen one day, right?
I'm in search of that harmonious world, not expecting to find but just happy searching.
It was hard to keep the secret but it brought several smiles to my face throughout.