It’s like coming back home.

That’s how I usually feel when I am in Thailand.

For the past fifteen years, ever since I first travelled to Thailand for the first time in 1992, so much of my life has evolved here. From meeting my late wife, getting married, embracing Buddhism, hanging out with friends, and getting inked Thailand has been a big part of my life. And every time I return, it really feels like I am coming home.

This time it is only for the weekend. I just had to do something for my birthday instead of hanging out in Daejeon four four days (today is Buddha’s Birthday, a national holiday in Korea). I know it sounds crazy to fly here for what is only going to amount to two-and-half days, but then again I did fly here for Jimmy Wong’s Tattoo Convention last year for the weekend. Besides, there was someone who I really wanted to spend time with this weekend.

I suppose it would seem strange to tell someone that you are flying to Bangkok for the weekend. Some people might save up for years to come to Thailand whereas for me, it would be like me being back home and perhaps flying to New York for the weekend. Maybe that is another reason why it always feels like I am coming home when I do come here: if I have enough time, it’s pretty easy to fly here for a few days.

The last time I was here I wasn’t sure what I was going to be doing next. I had really hoped that when I was here last September-November after I had resigned from FLI that I could find a teaching job. That’s what I really wanted to do for a year or two. Instead, it just turned out to be a long vacation.

It’s good to be back.

It’s good to be back home.