Eat, Pray, Love: Missionary Edition
I am spoiled. So. So. So spoiled.
I anticipate routine. I admire the scent of clean laundry. I adore hot, pressured showers. And I appreciate a real bed.
Last month, each comfort was plucked from me, one-by-one.
Routine was not in Khmer vocabulary. The cleanliness of my clothing was determined by how thoroughly I scrubbed them. “Showers” were… manual. And my bed was a thin, inflatable sleeping pad.
Cambodia blessed me with patience, contentment, and deep appreciation for simple, overlooked luxiuries, and for that, I am forever grateful.
Nonetheless, debrief was bliss.
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