My last day, I met up with a friend for a quick lunch before heading to the airport. My flight left at 6 pm. Or so I thought.
Turns out, in my eagerness to leave Bangkok, I somehow confused the times. I didn’t leave till 6 am the next day.
Which left me a whole night with no place to go and three huge suitcases.
Thankfully, I made this discovery at lunch and my friend kindly offered to let me crash at her apartment. Thailand, as per usual, was not going to let me go without a traffic jam. We hailed a taxi for the 40 minute trip to her apartment…
And arrived 3 hours later.
It ended up working out, however. My friend helped me repack my suitcases and we watched movies and walked around her local mall. She was flying out a week later also to move back home to the U.S. so it was a day of goodbyes for both of us.
I made it to the airport by 2 am and managed to stay awake till I boarded my flight.
It all feels very symbolic, in a way. I showed up too early. A friend reached out her hand and helped pull me out of my confusion and anxiety. Traffic made things messy. It all worked out in the end.
And that it did. It all worked out in the end.