How and Why did you end up living in Thailand and making art?
a few things!:
-Accidentally married a handsome thai guy who’s immediate family still resided in thailand
-Got real tired of being real poor in Canada
-Couldn’t hold down a 9 to 5 for longer than three months at a time due to a unique soup of disabilities and other brain quirks
-Got decently good at making a living doing many small jobs online (and the odd large contract, but long term work continues to be difficult). But could never make enough to save or even chip away at debt
-Sold our house!!
-Used that money to level our debt and buy one-way tickets to Thailand.
-Left Canada and arrived in Thailand with only a suitcase
-Turns out my husband’s family are literal angels. They gave us a house and a car (???????????????????????????? what a blessing, I couldn’t even compute. This gave me anxiety for a YEAR.)
-On top of that, the humble amount of money I made per month in canada via my wonderful online clientele gets us much further here in Thailand!! So–now that’s what I’m doing!! And I’m probably going to eat some fancy Italian food tonight because I can actually afford to do that now.
I went from being dirt poor living in a damp, moldy basement, sleeping on a damp, moldy mattress on the floor, and going to bed hungry most nights–to living a comfortable, idealistic middle class lifestyle on a tropical island… All because we took the giant crazy risk of selling everything we owned to move across the world.
If we had known that we had such an incredible support structure waiting here for us in thailand via our family and friends, we might have made that risk much sooner. But we had no idea.
The most we had hoped for was that–well, we wouldn’t have debt anymore, and if we ate humbly, would could even save money so that eventually we’d have a decent amount of savings in the bank to pay for emergencies or heck–even travel for fun!
We tried not to think of what the worst case scenario would have been.
Our lifestyle in Canada–if we had chosen to stay in canada–wouldn’t have changed no matter what we did. We were up to our eyeballs in debt and I had people calling me every day about it. When you’re that poor, you fool yourself into thinking that it’s just a temporary low. That somehow, you’d get your lucky break and launch yourself out of that situation to live the comfortable life you always knew you’d have. Instead of falling deeper into debt.
But if we stayed in Canada, that wouldn’t have happened. I saw an exit strategy and it lead into a huge unknown–but we pushed for it anyways because I’d rather try my luck with a new devil than live with the insufferable devil I already knew. And in my case, it paid off big time.
Sometimes, hard work isn’t the way up. Sometimes you have to relocate yourself to a more suitable environment–and that can be a lot scarier and more difficult than believing in the mythology that hard work will make things better. It means leaving behind your friends and your family, and it might even mean abandoning your responsibilities for the hope that things might work out if you try again somewhere else. Which is why most people just can’t.
But I could, and I did, and that’s the how and why! :D