This is dedicated to those that still have a packed suitcase at the bottom of their beds, ready to depart at a moments notice.
I suppose some may comment what's your definition of home.
Well let me tell you mine.
I first came here physically, solely vacations, and then one early morning flying into Don Muang looking out at the rice fields below, I don't know why but I thought to myself I'm coming home.
This was the emotional stage.
Next up after my Mother passed away I thought to myself, well lets see if I can handle the humid monsoon season. As a couple of mates of mine said they actually preferred it.
Not so bad, and it's true with time you do adjust.
So now this left the physiological stage, could I in theory, let alone in practice divide my heart between two continents. Sit on the fence, run two homes with all the inherent costs that are involved.
For the first ten years I didn't have a choice as I couldn't sell my home, so I rented.
Finally I did sell, so this left the last decision to make, the financial one.
Importing committed funds into Thailand to establish a home.
These are the steps I took on this staircase to contentment, I recommend them to others as they served me well.