First week in Bangkok,
I never realize that I have forgotten how it feels to be welcomed for so long.
I wasn't born a risk-taker (or maybe I was, it's just I was raised alongside the conformity that upholds uniformity), I even wonder how I ended up choosing this path.
Maybe it was driven by the remnant of hope I have left, maybe my custom of escaping, maybe my subconscious has another plan, or maybe I will never really understand (and I know that's perfectly fine).
Still to early to be rest assured, but for now let me phrase this:
Thank you, universe. I am content!Pictures taken in Grand Postal Building, Charoen Krung Rd.