The Problem

by Brenna Holeman
Koh Lanta, Thailand

The problem with this, with jumping on motorbikes and frolicking on hidden beaches and opening up your heart to a virtual stranger, the problem with this is that, in those few moments with the wind in your hair and the biggest smile on your face, you can’t comprehend that the rest of the world exists, you can’t comprehend that anyone else exists, you can’t comprehend that, just as quickly as it started, it has to end.
The only way to feel better about saying goodbye is to soothe yourself with the knowledge that, for all of its countries and all of its kilometres, the world is actually a very small place. Perhaps we’ll meet again, if only in our thoughts of Koh Lanta. Ah, Koh Lanta, the island I have yet to be able to leave…

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Naomi January 26, 2011 - 11:51 pm

Whoa. Are those earrings old coins? Because I think I might be wearing the same ones RIGHT NOW!

I’m loving that you still found time to blog 🙂 Gives all of us still stuck in winter a chance to live vicariously through you 😉

This Battered Suitcase January 28, 2011 - 12:17 pm

Yes! They are very old coins made into earrings that I bought in Turkey a few years ago. Where did you get yours?

I’m definitely trying to keep up with the blog but I fear that certain countries will provide me with no internet and no time. Oh well, such is life…xxxx


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