back home means

Finding more silly little words to string along together. This time though in Siem Reap and this place we live. Kind of home I guess. We cannot go somewhere else where all of our things are. And of course we slept lousy. I do get the laundry of mine today and then tomorrow do my wife’s stuff. Laundry is the least of the problems being here brings on.

There is dealing with the house itself and many of the things I strive each day to walk away from. This morning coffee out will give me the instant reprieve that walking brings. I’ll walk down a street to another dirt road and then a concrete one. Down that to a nicer road and through some shopping district that is kind of fun to walk through. I’ll end up somehow at Ur Cafe this morning. I know that already. I got home last night and decided it’s the place for a Sunday. It has the quality of the local places I love so much here. Everyone does their own thing and I am free to watch people that seem interesting. Some people nod and smile and tell me hello in Khmer. The barista knows me by now. She will smile this charming smile and tell me good morning in English. Yes Ur coffee. You know you are next.

See you back here then :-).

Ur Coffee for me

So yeah. Being back means coffee. Weather beautiful. Slow iced Americano and finding place and space to simply go. It’s also Sunday. Sitting with coffee becomes the day watching Cambodia do it’s Sunday things.

All my coffee places it seems are local places. I can sit here and not feel rushed or inclined to go. No one ever stands in some line for a table and the cute Khmer waitress makes sure we all get the orders. For me, they know. I come here perhaps once a week. Sometimes more. The coffee forever keeps me happy and finding more words to push out there.

was thinking

As I walked here how different we all are. My wife loves to socialize. To talk. Maybe to listen. Around our neighborhood is no lack of willing targets. Last night it was dinner and talking with some neighbors she will go see when her primary consorts are not around. She will sit and socialize. What I thought this morning is how all this fits her social networks. She simply needs all the networks she forms. They all come together to be this communal whole. From friends and family to neighborhood and Facebook and TikTok. Things I watch from some distance.

I’m forever glad to not be on any of those networks. Physical or social. She has them. Needs those ties. I find little of value except for her.

As I walked it seemed that all this is not a nice to have. This is a need for her. I can’t imagine that life. I’d rather overthink the things alone than explain them to some community.

So back home and back to renegade thoughts. Coffee and writing in my little markdown things. Walking to find nothing but the feeling of going.

Welcome back me. Now do nothing. You deserve.