Photorikki
Member
Guys-
I've got a complicated story/rant to get off my chest.
Writing this down is hard to do!
This is the first part.
I am a real life Rip Van fucking Winkle.
Gone for 15 years-now back again.
And today is my birthday.
But I'm in a bad, bad place.
I never knew my life would ever be this bleak.
I'm the most unhappy I've even been, totally alone and completely stuck in time.
And now I'm facing eviction too!
With nowhere to go.
I lived overseas in Bangkok for the past 15 years and recently returned to a place (the USA) that I just can't recognize at all!
I got a great job but lost it due to downsizing.
The last 4 years of unemployment has brought me isolation and has been a real living hell.
I feel trapped with zero opportunity and even though I keep trying I'm unable to pull myself out of this negative whirlpool all because I can't find a single, stinking job.
Can't gt hired anywhere which is RARE for me!
WTF?!
For 15 years I lived surrounded by poor rice farmers with the biggest hearts and the widest smiles who had nothing to give but were full of generosity.
I miss that spirit so much right now.
What makes it triple hard for me here is that my San Francisco "family"- my three best friends- all died in their 30's while I was away.
It feels like my history has gone along with my roots.
(I haven't been back long enough to develop new friendships yet.)
Then only a few months after I got back to San Francisco-my best Thai friend-who saw me off at the Bangkok airport-suddenly died too!
He was closer than my brother to me.
Just up and died within two months.
I was stunned.
He was only 32 as well!
I had plans for the future with him.
My roots AND my future both gone!
Then the economy collapsed.
I hang here at icmag and thought it would be a great space to finally try and open myself up again.
It ain't easy at all!
I'm gonna try cause I'm going nuts.
I'm really angry and need to vent!
I'm literally facing homelessness here in america and I just can't believe it.
I'm originally from Philly but moved out to San Francisco.
My friend back home went to Bangkok and called me in SF to say that I would love Thailand.
He said he was offered a DJ job and he wanted me to move there with him.
He got there about a month before me.
We found a great, cheap 2 bedroom apt. in a private compound right smack downtown.
Bangkok was wild!
It was the beginning of the economic boom in Thailand.
I felt right at home there even though it was so bizarre!
But my friend fled after only 6 months.
He couldn't take it at all!!
The culture was just too weird for him.
I fit right in. LOL
So I stayed on alone.
Back home people thought I was weird for meditating.
But in Thailand everyone meditated.
I am quick to smile and I learned that Thailand is the Land of Smiles.
All these little things added up and I felt super comfortable.
Being a vegetarian was hard at first although its easier now-a-days.
Language was pretty strange at first!
I was there for about 15 years.
I supported myself as a freelance photographer.
It wasn't easy but I loved it!
I tried English teaching and hated it so much.
Thank god I was able to fall back on my photography.
But freelancing was all new to me.
Life there had all kinds of ups and downs but was just fantastic!
All my problems started when I came back here.
They started with the first friend who picked me up at the airport.
I've got a complicated story/rant to get off my chest.
Writing this down is hard to do!
This is the first part.
I am a real life Rip Van fucking Winkle.
Gone for 15 years-now back again.
And today is my birthday.
But I'm in a bad, bad place.
I never knew my life would ever be this bleak.
I'm the most unhappy I've even been, totally alone and completely stuck in time.
And now I'm facing eviction too!
With nowhere to go.
I lived overseas in Bangkok for the past 15 years and recently returned to a place (the USA) that I just can't recognize at all!
I got a great job but lost it due to downsizing.
The last 4 years of unemployment has brought me isolation and has been a real living hell.
I feel trapped with zero opportunity and even though I keep trying I'm unable to pull myself out of this negative whirlpool all because I can't find a single, stinking job.
Can't gt hired anywhere which is RARE for me!
WTF?!
For 15 years I lived surrounded by poor rice farmers with the biggest hearts and the widest smiles who had nothing to give but were full of generosity.
I miss that spirit so much right now.
What makes it triple hard for me here is that my San Francisco "family"- my three best friends- all died in their 30's while I was away.
It feels like my history has gone along with my roots.
(I haven't been back long enough to develop new friendships yet.)
Then only a few months after I got back to San Francisco-my best Thai friend-who saw me off at the Bangkok airport-suddenly died too!
He was closer than my brother to me.
Just up and died within two months.
I was stunned.
He was only 32 as well!
I had plans for the future with him.
My roots AND my future both gone!
Then the economy collapsed.
I hang here at icmag and thought it would be a great space to finally try and open myself up again.
It ain't easy at all!
I'm gonna try cause I'm going nuts.
I'm really angry and need to vent!
I'm literally facing homelessness here in america and I just can't believe it.
I'm originally from Philly but moved out to San Francisco.
My friend back home went to Bangkok and called me in SF to say that I would love Thailand.
He said he was offered a DJ job and he wanted me to move there with him.
He got there about a month before me.
We found a great, cheap 2 bedroom apt. in a private compound right smack downtown.
Bangkok was wild!
It was the beginning of the economic boom in Thailand.
I felt right at home there even though it was so bizarre!
But my friend fled after only 6 months.
He couldn't take it at all!!
The culture was just too weird for him.
I fit right in. LOL
So I stayed on alone.
Back home people thought I was weird for meditating.
But in Thailand everyone meditated.
I am quick to smile and I learned that Thailand is the Land of Smiles.
All these little things added up and I felt super comfortable.
Being a vegetarian was hard at first although its easier now-a-days.
Language was pretty strange at first!
I was there for about 15 years.
I supported myself as a freelance photographer.
It wasn't easy but I loved it!
I tried English teaching and hated it so much.
Thank god I was able to fall back on my photography.
But freelancing was all new to me.
Life there had all kinds of ups and downs but was just fantastic!
All my problems started when I came back here.
They started with the first friend who picked me up at the airport.