There are times that you don’t just travel and drop by a place but actually move and live there for a season in your life. Well, that was true for me.
For three years I lived in Thailand. It was a season of change but it was also a season of knowing God more. I lived in the Muang Thong Thani area, in one of those white buildings. I rented one condo or apartment unit in the building (which was really just one small room with its own toilet and bath). The photo shows the exact building where I stayed, T7.
It was my longest time to live by myself in another country, in a different culture without family or relatives. And for those who have had a similar experience, you would understand when I say that loneliness is almost a daily, tangible companion when you are in such a situation. And yet, one could survive such a personal challenge by making new friends, learning a new language and keeping one’s faith intact. How about you? What’s your story about living in another country without family or close friends nearby? If you have one, do tell
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