The idea of leaving Thailand put a pit in my stomach. I researched changing my departure flight and looked for available PR jobs in Bangkok; only when I was in the back of the cab on the way to Bangkok International Airport did I finally resign myself to the fact that I was leaving. Bangkok to Doha to Geneva. Though my itinerary was shorter than before, I didn't sleep as well and felt more haggard. Although part of this could be attributed to the free wine and my movie choice, The Big Short (the world is corrupt and probably ending soon).
When I booked my flights in January I'd chosen Geneva as my landing pad, it was a safe and familiar place from which to begin my European travels. Although not technically home, as the plane dipped over Lac Lèman I felt a sort of homecoming. I watched the towns pass by underneath; Lausaunne, Nyon, Versoix and finally Genève. Here they spoke a language I could at least pretend to understand, the trains were always reliable and most importantly, there was an abundance of cheese. I only had 12 hours in Geneva, but it was enough time to do laundry, repack my bags and indulge in brie and bread.
By the end of the day I was ready for my 7 AM flight to Nice, France. So, the only cure for Thailand withdrawal? Getting excited about your next adventure.