My Last Blog Post

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The 26 months of Peace Corps service is coming to an end.  I am about to leave what I have grown to love during the past two years.  Bittersweet doesn’t even begin to cover it.  There are many things I am going to miss…and then there are things that I am not.  For instance, waiting 3  1/2 hours for the tessaban cheer practice to start when I could have been more productive packing! Back to the good things.  Here are some of the people who have made this experience, for which I am eternally thankful. 

The New Neighbors

In the beginning of January, a young, new couple moved into the house next to mine.  These people are the neighbors I have always wanted.  They are some of the cutest people in Thailand, eager to learn and so welcoming.   Since January I have vacationed, watched movies at their house, and gone over and out for dinner with them.  The conversation is about any and everything, from ice skating, to presidents on dollar bills, to religion, to baby names.  Talking with them just brings a smile to my face.  Oh, and did I mention they let me use their high speed internet for free?!

Wanida, P’Prem, and Power Star

Power Star is the name my Thai Youth Theater club gave themselves….an awesome name in my opinion.  We did so much together in just three months and the memories will a last a lifetime.  It is one of the experiences I feel beyond blessed to have been a part of.  Talking with anyone from this group brightens my whole day.  (Also, I have had numerous goodbye parties with these people.  Why stop an amazing thing early?  Let’s stretch it out as long as possible; let the good times roll.) 


I met Fern randomly in October  during Thailand’s Vegetarian Festival.   There was a food tent a short bike ride away with free, delicious vegetarian (“jeh”) food.  I decided to check it out.  One thing led to another, I ended up giving Fern  my phone number (something I don’t usually do with Thais I have just met) so she could call me to go biking together.  Since then, we have become best bike buddies.  She cracks me up.  The other day she asked me if vampires were real.  It is never too late to make a friend. 

A handful of the people at the tessaban

I know I will always have someone to eat lunch with here.  They are always willing to help and let me feel a part of group. 

My host family

If I am feeling down, here is one place I will always feel welcomed.  I don’t need to try to be anyone around them.  I can just be myself.  In a country full of greng jai and fake smiles, knowing you can be yourself is such a relief.   I feel like one of the family. 


Suwana has been there since the very beginning.  She is my counterpart, my host sister, and one of my best friends here.  I owe her everything.  To put it simply, I love and am going to miss her. 

These are the people I want to be with  during my last days.  They make me feel loved, and they are going to be the people I miss most. 

…Oh! And I forgot, anyone who said hi or waved at me.–aka pretty much the whole town.  Fern calls me a superstar when we go biking because it seems like everyone knows me.  

[Note: Here are their pictures.  They follow the same order as I have listed them on this blog.]


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