After a long holiday down south, I am back at the Swimming Home. I came back late Monday, and the welcome I got was everything but dull. The children had been waiting for me, and when I arrived, they all stood outside the car, opened the door for me and gave me the best hugs ever. Even though it was hard to leave the south, I felt so at home at the sight of the children.
This time last year, I was teaching at a Norwegian school in Oslo. I was a room teacher for an amazing bunch of 1st graders. From time to time, I miss the safety of having a well paid job, remarkable students and great colleagues. To have structured days where I know exactly what I am supposed to do. But then it hits me. I chose a different way for a reason. And the reasons have become more.
In June last year, I packed up the rest of my stuff, and left Norway indefinitely. I didn’t feel ‘done’ with Thailand, and had decided to volunteer for an anti-human trafficking organization up north. It was hard to leave my family and friends behind once again, but I knew this was something I had to do for myself. I started by meeting up with ‘old’ friends down south, then a couple of weeks in Bangkok to refresh my Thai, for then to move up north. The learning curve was steep, there was so many new things to get involved in. And I loved it!