CLEANIN’ OUT MY CLOSET
To clean house you gotta raise dust. Today I’m packing up my Bangkok apartment. I’m cleaning, mopping, schlepping heavy books for resale, trying to wrangle an XXL suitcase, writing a radio script on an esoteric Burmese spirit festival, and bracing myself for a 54+-hour flight with five layovers–all in the next 48 hours.
Thank goodness for bubble-monkey pauses.
I have Baltic-blue wedges, a mop,
string-cheese biceps,
more laundry to do than is humanly possible, soda water,
books on high shelves,
in-flight reading material,
and, best of all, a meditation MP3 from a guy named Dr. Wise intoning:
Acceptance is relaxation
Acceptance is relaxation
Acceptance is relaxation
Bisou! My next post will be stateside.
shirt: Hey Pilgrim (Chatuchak Weekend Market, Bangkok); jeans: ZARA; belt: vintage (4th floor Union Mall, Bangkok); gold-and-lapis necklace: 1970s Bangkok; earrings: Charlottesville boutique; gold ring: Mondulkiri, Cambodia gemstone–a gift from my friend Heang; wedge sandals: custom-made at Mosstories (Terminal 21, Bangkok)
