Last week my storage unit was broken into and left void of more than half of its contents. Since my car window was smashed back in February with a suitcase full of items taken, it feels like I’ve been targeted. I know that’s not the case and it just happens to be a bad year for me and robberies- but I can’t help but feel a little (a lot?) less safe in this city I’ve just only returned to. The welcome wagon strikes again!
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.