I’m writing this from a tiny seat on AirAsia flight 855 from Chiang Mai to Kuala Lumpur.
We left Chiang Mai this morning and don’t know the next time we’ll be returning. It’s a bit of a strange feeling. Though we’ve traveled across both Asia and Europe for much of this year, Chiang Mai has become something of a home base for us.
We even signed a long-term lease in Chiang Mai earlier this year, before realizing that we still wanted complete flexibility to travel (whoops).
To be honest, Chiang Mai isn’t really the greatest city on paper. It’s a little difficult to get to by air, doesn’t have a great public transport system, isn’t the most beautiful city, doesn’t have great parks or other urban infrastructure, etc…
But a place is made by the people, and we’ve been so blessed to have amazing friends in Chiang Mai every time we’ve been since the beginning of this year. The relationships forged and memories made with these people have forever embedded the Chiang Mai as ‘home’ in my mind and my heart.
Last night we had dinner and drinks with several friends. I don’t know the next time I’m going to see any of those people. I don’t know what country we’ll be in when we reunite. Could be 4 months. Could be 4 years. That’s the reality of this nomadic lifestyle. Always saying hello, always saying goodbye.
I’m grateful for the friendships we have on the road. The people who we’ve lived life with over the last several years. I already miss our Chiang Mai family terribly, but I’m excited to see them again.
Here’s to Chiang Mai, and to the amazing people I’ve grown close with since we first landed in January. If any of you are reading this, I love you and am proud to know you. Keep kicking ass.
See you soon.