Good morning from Luang Prabang.
I’m sitting at Saffron Café overlooking the Mekong River. I have a book in front of me, but am taking a break from the slow reading to check in with you guys. (It’s really quite labourious reading a book when you don’t connect with the way the author is writing – it just doesn’t flow.)
So I want to finally share about the significant change that I mentioned previously: I had met a man and gotten into a secure, loving relationship. But as things go, the relationship ended three weeks ago.
So here I am, alone and boyfriend-less in Laos. It was difficult at first. But after a call with said man (we happily remain good friends) and happy events of last night, I am now truly content and enjoying my solo, relaxing holiday of books and cafés and spa (singular) and cocktails.
I have always enjoyed traveling alone, though I have to admit the prospect of being alone in Luang Prabang for four days having broken up with my boyfriend only three weeks ago was initially daunting. But all is fine now. I am happy. Truly happy.
Life is funny. It throws curveballs at you when you least expect them. On the morning of the big fight, I had no idea events would take such a dramatic and unfortunate turn.
Well, unfortunate is not the right word. As someone once said, good or bad, you have to wait and see.
In any case, what happened happended. I cannot take back what I said in that moment of flash anger, and in a way I don’t wish to. I want to take responsibility for my actions, and deep down I believe things happen for a reason. Our decision to break up was a sober one. Whether good or bad remains to be seen.
Since the break-up I’ve felt like a different person. More… grown up in a way. It’s hard to explain. I have truly surprised myself with how well I have handled the break-up. Yes, there were tears. But in general I have held up and continued to function effectively at work and in my personal life.
This break-up has also stirred up my long latent desire to get into shape. I have re-engaged my personal trainer, and as soon as I’m back in Bangkok I will go to the (somewhat pricey) gym near my condo and sign up to their Pilates and cycling classes – see, I’ve put some thought into this. Now all there’s left is to put the plans in motion. I want to be fit. I want to look fit. I don’t necessarily feel bad or ashamed about my body, but I want to feel excellent. It’s the only area in my life now that I’m not 100% happy with, and getting a body I’m proud to parade around (for lack of a better phrase) is now next on my to-do list.
A side note before I get back to my not-so-enjoyable book, I discovered a new favourite author: Kazuo Ishiguro. I’ve read three books by him so far: Never Let Me Go, When We Were Orphans, and The Remains of the Day. All three are excellent. Writing of the highest calibre. Strongly recommended. Too bad I only brought one book by him which I already finished in three sittings. Now I want to labour through the one I’m reading and hope that the other three I have left are more engaging.
So that’s my check in. How have you guys been? No unhappy break-ups on your end I hope. (Happy ones are okay.)
Until next time