Looking back in 2016, I have spent time around six months each in Washington DC and Bangkok, going back and forth. Things I have learnt from it were life as a migrant bird seemed to be the pattern now and these physical traveling weren’t as intense as the inner journey I’ve had.
Continuing from August 2015, I was in DC until March. Those eight months shook my mental state into identity crisis and self-doubts. The biggest one would be why I keep running into an uncertainty like that again and again. That created a quest for me to try to comprehend it.
At the same time, work-wise, I was pleased to see the last video I produced at the last job in Bangkok in 2015 was finally published. It was another video I pushed through, using live action to convey messages of a report on Thailand’s education system.
This is the final post of the series. Out to Space has come to year twelve. And most posts of the year are what I’ve been looking back in those years of the blog. Why am I doing this? Not only because it reveals to me why I blog but also gives some directions where it could go next.
In the early days in Washington DC, when people asked me “What do you think about DC?” I rolled my eyes and sighed because it was just too soon to tell plus the stress of the relocation. Now, with eight months of my job contract is over and I’m about to leave the city, I can look back and see what I can come up with. Photo is the usual visual diary to document I find in everyday life and Instagram is the usual channel for sharing it.
Here are some of the things I find in eight months living in Washington DC.
As a boy from tropic, I wasn’t really looking forward this Snowzilla, my first ever snow storm saga. But it turned out to be an interesting small adventure in D.C.
I was preparing to stay in the house until it ended. Especially, I tumbled on the slippery street on the first snowy night. That was a bad alarm. But when it actually came knocking on your door in the morning with the white landscape on the street, the smooth-looking snow lured me out with the camera.
I decided to take the regular route from Mount Pleasant to Adams Morgan. The condition was tough with 30-cm snow and the freezing wind. Still, I wasn’t alone on the street.
However, the camera (it’s the office camera, for disclosure) wasn’t prepared for it. When the snow landed on it, it turned into the liquid form. And that could be the big problem. My goal was to get to the destination, get a lunch, and grab some drinks at the regular pubs.
Funny enough, pubs were open as usual and I had too much to drink as usual.