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.
I wrote this piece for $langin’ a few months ago and am just getting around to posting it now. My task was to share a bit about a day in the office of an English Editor at a Khmer fashion publication. While there had to be some self-imposed censorship- and mind you this was written about 3 months ago- I think it still does capture what I’ve experienced thus far.
It’s been a fairytale of a first half year in Phnom Penh, almost as if everything good that could happen has, from a new job seemingly crafted for me, a dashing Scotsman in my life, reconnecting with long lost friends along with incredible new ones, and forging even stronger the bond that I have with my best friend also known as my mom. Recently, however, there have been a few things eating away at me, slowly but surely, and making me realize not everything can stay picture perfect forever.
Cambodia has been good to me, and I hope the feelings are mutual. There are things, however, that drive me absolutely bananas. Kids, the stories are true: it’s a land of wonder and charm, but also lives up to its nickname so cheekily given, Scambodia.