It’s always a bit curious to watch someone relocate halfway across the world, only to drag the entire psychological baggage of the place they left behind right along with them. The whole point of coming to an exotic place like SE Asia, for most, is to step away from that constant noise and reduce life to simpler, more immediate concerns, the price of eggs, chicken and rice, whether the air con is cold enough, or whether or not to go for a happy ending massage. Yet somehow you seem more fixated on the problems of the West now than when you were actually living in it. At that point it stops being about the world out there, and starts looking more like a habit you never quite managed to leave behind.
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