Saturday, April 28, 2012

My home... let me speak of my home. It is a spacious place, complete with gorgeous flowering plants, a meowing cat, and a full size fridge! Though owned by a young couple, it is clear that their three little kids run this nesting ground of insects. They jabber on at breakfast and lunch, spur impromptu soccer sessions post snacktime and beg for bedtime stories after dinner. Questions stream forth from their mouths like mist from a waterfall. "What are you doing?" "Where are you going?" "Will you read to me?" Are just a few of the daily interrogation sessions I receive. We play monsters, blocks, and toys together. Some days we even teach each other new yoga moves, but mostly we fetch water for one another and sit beneath the cool breeze of the ancient metal fans. Of course toys, books, and Dora videos lay strewn about the living room at intervals of the day but it's all good fun. They call that interactive play, apparently it's good for learning. Daytime is pleasant. 
Bedtime is not. Bedtime is when the night crawlers come out. When in the stillness one can hear both the serenading crickets and those pesky termites chomping the wooden closet to mush. Spiders crawl wherever they please, millipedes greet me for morning showers, and my room recently became the safety nest for a gecko mother to give birth to wee ones. Ants in Korea were few and far between, only a slight nuissance cleared by the simple removal of trash. Here the ants smell dinner cooking and at times attack even before preparation is complete. They are nasty little buggers and will even bite when threatened. Biting is ok, but if they pee on you (yes odd I know) it burns like acid and literally leaves a slight wound in the cutanious territory that was "marked". Somedays these things are funny, but more often then not they are uncomfortable. Yet it feels like it, that is to say life, should be more that way; that nature should weave its way in and out of our days rather then sterile homes void of natural excitement.
For better or for worse, this is my Cambodia home.

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