It’s been a month since I moved out of my home in Chiang Mai, Thailand. The move was tramatic for me – the polution the worst in the world at the time, and I had pneumonia. It wasn’t an easy task, but the 15th came and I got on the plane and was gone.
It’s not easy making radical life changes, especially at age 72 while sick. I knew it was the best thing to dom, that my life was stagnating and this life change had to happen. Even if it killed me. Thank god it didn’t.