I have never been homeless before… It’s an interesting experience. I can see how it can happen easily, and to anyone. Optimism becomes an enemy and enemies become friends. Sofas become homes, essentials become luxuries, roots disintegrate and the panic you thought you would feel turns into steely determination. Or at least it will do, once I’ve finished my tea and found some breakfast.
The Yangon housing market is a fickle mistress and the word ‘gazumped’ has elbowed its way into my daily vocabulary.
I am beginning to see the beauty in living with ghosts and may have to befriend a few in the next couple of weeks. There are a lot of them in Myanmar.