If you don't mind me asking: Are you an American living in Laos? If so, how did you end up living there? What is your occupation?
Long story made short.
American, sculptor of Russian, Polish, German, Ashkenazi ancestors. Studied philosophy but found my true passion was art, and actually had the fortune of befriending a famous Russian artist by the name of Konstantin Simon. He did a famous monument in St. Petersburg... not important except that he died recently and it really broke my heart, as he was my best friend.
After teaching foundry and Stella fabrication in London for nearly a decade and living the bohemian life, I decided to go to Asia. I ended a long relationship, that should have ended a decade earlier, but such is life. The lady and I are still friends and so are are families. I went to Taiwan and taught English and had my mind blown living in a small provincial city. I then moved to Thailand where a friend from New England was involved in a bronze factory. I got a job in a local school and made some really nice bronzes based on black cabs from England with trees growing out of them. They also function as candelabras. I taught English here.
I had to renew my visa and everybody told me to go to Laos. They said it was old school and marijuana was easy to score. When I arrived there, there were no ATM, goats grazed the outside of the airport and it was just an amazing place. The women wore, and still do wear beautiful hand woven skirts, and Bhuddism is a really big deal hear. I don't like organized religions, but Bhuddism is pretty mellow as far as religions go.
I spent years being decedent, debaucherous, and a hedonist... basically a lot of my life outside of making art. I was never a bad guy, but would shag like Zorba the Greek. I had excepted bachelorhood and then fell in love.
Yah... fell in love. We spawned, have been through our trials and tribulations and 14 or 15 years later we are still together... I love her and respect her, she made three adorable monsters for me.
Asia is not like the west, I am free to do what I want as long as I take care of the home, which I do.
I am pretty tame now and just want to create art again... I can see know other purpose worth pursuing except raising my kids.
I am pretty much stranded here for financial reasons, it would take a fortune to move back. But with global warming, I am thinking in 5 years more or less we will move to the northeast of the USA.
I had a bad accident here and an ear infection, and the doctors sucked. It felt like a nail or needle was driven into my brain. That was two years ago. My hearing audiogram is really bad, really bad, my tinnitus is relentless, but by the grace of god or the universe I am doing better. I have happy days despite the noise, I still have dreams and aspirations, and I am quick to cry which is just fine.
I got unlucky like everyone on this forum, but so did the kids who got their skinned burned off in Syria, or people who died in the goologs under Stalin.
I've gone from wanting to die to being happy to be able to carve out some meaning and joy in my life.
I missed a lot, my kids are watching a cartoon and being annoying, but there's a sliver.
Happy you are hear Bill, I feel a kinship with you.