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)