It's 15,000Km from Vietnam to Switzerland

Plans are bad for me. This I know.

But I have one.

I don’t have the details of how I’m going to make it all happen, but I trust it will work. It always works out when it’s meant to be. When it comes from a place of peace. (Keep in mind this all comes out of heartbreak and 3 glasses of wine while packing up old memories for the last 3 hours.)

I have a plane ticket to Australia for 2 weeks from now. Then a couple places to stay, and maybe some job opportunities. I have a place to go for Christmas, and a brother who is so excited to see me.

I’ll stay there for a few months, make sure I have enough money to take on the next part of this journey.

A flight to Singapore for $500 AUD. Then a 15 day rail pass from Singapore through Kuala Lumpur up to Bangkok. It obviously won’t take 15 days, but I’ll drag it out. That should be about $70 USD plus food and hotel/ hostel costs.

I have a place to stay in Bangkok (fingers crossed it’s still there when I arrive.) Maybe a month of soul searching, daily yoga and local beer to set myself straight. 

From there, another train to HCMC, Vietnam, where I’ll grab hold of a work visa and teach English until I have enough money for the 15,000km journey  to get back to the one I Love who will be in Switzerland, or somewhere else in Europe.

And then happily ever after.

I hope.

Interested in how this journey of soul-searching and life-learning works out? Well stay tuned. Miranda the blogger is back. This time I mean it.

PS – Mom… I’m going to be just fine.

 

AS virtuous men pass mildly away, 
    And whisper to their souls to go, 
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
    "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."                     

So let us melt, and make no noise,                                      
    No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys 
    To tell the laity our love. 

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
    Men reckon what it did, and meant ;                             
But trepidation of the spheres, 
    Though greater far, is innocent. 

Dull sublunary lovers' love 
    —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit 
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove                                    
    The thing which elemented it. 

But we by a love so much refined,
    That ourselves know not what it is, 
Inter-assurèd of the mind, 
    Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.                           

Our two souls therefore, which are one, 
    Though I must go, endure not yet 
A breach, but an expansion, 
    Like gold to aery thinness beat. 

If they be two, they are two so                                       
    As stiff twin compasses are two ; 
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show 
    To move, but doth, if th' other do. 

And though it in the centre sit, 
    Yet, when the other far doth roam,                               
It leans, and hearkens after it, 
    And grows erect, as that comes home. 

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
    Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,                                   
    And makes me end where I begun. 

 - John Donne