It was a dark, cold night in England…….
About 20 years ago I moved to Bristol in the UK to live because I had been commuting there and back every week, while staying in hotels throughout the UK during the week with work. I was sick of the driving, and, with the rest of the UK seeming to head down to Devon and Cornwall every weekend, I would arrive home tired, nerves jangling, and late every Friday night.
I never wanted to move to Bristol but I needed to be close to where I worked, and, as I had started there a couple of years earlier on a two week contract, I thought maybe I would be there a bit longer. 20 years passed.
I bought a flat close to work, but in the vast housing estate called Bradley Stoke. A soulless place really. Work, go home, cook, clean, rinse repeat. With doing very little else, and overpaying my mortgage as often as I could without giving up my few luxuries, I was almost at the point of owning my flat outright. I desperately needed a change of life, to get away from a job that had recently gone seriously downhill, and maybe, just maybe, not have to work a 9-5 job to pay the bills and live a basic life. It was more about quality of life than making money now.
Thailand seemed to be the place, with is friendly people, beautiful weather and low cost of living. I just needed a holiday there to see if I actually liked it.
Edit: My test run trip of almost a month ended in what can only be described as a major drama! Keep watching my posts to find out more!