Today is what I call a Washington day: overcast, slate grey, hints of fog drifting over the sound, and a slight bite in the air. I’m wearing plush furry slippers, a sinfully cozy sweatshirt, and joggers- curled up under a marshmallowy throw. Some people hate this blanket of a gunmetal hue over the city and I am surprised at how quickly I have reacclimatized to the weather here. Complaints of “sweating like an asshole” and “I’m literally melting” have been sent to me from friends in Cambodia and I sure don’t miss that. It’s strange not rolling over onto one of many air conditioner remotes in the middle of the night and being able to wear a velvet robe at any time of the day.
You would think that after living overseas in a third world country I would have developed a thicker skin and to expect the unexpected, and if not that at least be comfortable doing things a bit out of the ordinary.
Evidently this isn’t the case.
Eleven. That’s how many sets of twenty four hours I’ve been back on extraordinary Washington ground since I boarded my plane leaving Cambodia, looking back over my shoulder with tears in my eyes and anxiety battering through my chest.
“We thought we had found the loves of our lives, but we hadn’t.
We were still young; barely out of the sweaty grasp of puberty.
Still surprised when we bled,
At the shadows on our faces when the clock struck five.
Our scabbed knees gave way to leather pumps,
Dandelion stained Levis to chiffon dresses,
White Hanes to laced slips of fabric.
Our hearts ached for everything and everyone,
Each dog getting struck by a car reason to kill ourselves,
A kiss worth jumping off a bridge.”
“Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.”
It’s one of those quotes that I feel like I’ve been told more times than any normal person should be told, but again- that’s probably just me overanalyzing once again.
I haven’t completed a blog entry in some time now, I’ve started plenty, but none seem to encompass the roller coaster of a ride my life seems to be on right now. This one probably won’t either but I might as well try.
Carrying on with my time hanging out with the ithinkasia team, I share the really cool Do. It was a pretty awesome experience getting to know the different players on this team who do some incredible work and Do was one of them that particularly stood out because of the focus he had on his work.
Following up on Part One (Lee!) from the ithinkasia blog series comes Naome. One of the warmest and vibrant people I’ve met here, it was such a pleasure getting to know her better and I love to keep an eye on what she’s doing through Facebook and social media.
An integral part of the team, Naome is proof that strong, smart, independent women are all part of what’s going to push the industry forward.
This past year I had the delight and honor to meet with some of the team at ithinkasia: a fresh, innovative, fun, and impactful pre and post production house in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
Getting to know the business was one brilliant thing (I still couldn’t even begin to explain the ins and outs of a production house, but getting to know the team behind the name was an even bigger treat.
Not only does ithinkasia use the skills they have to add benefit a growing and emerging market- but they do it with heart. Meet Lee, one of the awesome guys I met when diving into their world of animation, drawing, and storytelling.
I’m sitting at my wonderful desk with my Panpuri diffuser wafting lemongrass into the air, the kittens are making their rounds about the apartment- mewing here and pawing there- and rapid fire video game noises and cliché phrases are overtaking the living room thanks to Call of Duty. There isn’t anything all that out of the ordinary. The smells are the same, the sounds are generally the same (although the headphones are about to go on for some Lana for some, you guessed it, West Coast)- but the general aura is different. How come?
We all get to this point during some time of the year (week, month, even day at times) when you feel like you’ve lost a lot, or all, interest in that around you. Well kids, here I am at that point. It’s like the honeymoon phase of a relationship is over and now it’s down to brass tacks and really deciding whether you want to be in it or not: ultimately though it’s between me and a country. Instead of champagne fueled dates and moonlit kissing it’s the showcasing of gross habits, farting in front of each other, arguing over dinner, and bickering over finances and chores phase.
Rarely do I have those blissed out moments of here I am Cambodia, you charming place you! Now take me wherever you please. It’s more like please take out the trash asshole I’m tired and bored and we aren’t having date night this week. It’s not to say that there aren’t good things happening in my life: I should be grateful, and generally I am. This week though has felt like walking through molasses or Groundhog Day where everything seems to be on repeat with little changing from the day to day- which can be a slow torturous way of life unless I either take my mind out of its current state or change my situation.