I missed it, of course  - I miss every anniversary and birthday there is, as a matter of course, I don't why I'm so bad at this stuff - but yesterday marked exactly 2 years since I arrived in Thailand.  And while I was on koh chang over the long weekend (check out the photos, links below) with a bunch of silly girls, I somehow hatched a plan for myself which seems to involve a lot of intervals of 2 years.  Here's how it goes: 

In 2 years, after I've finished my MA, I'll try to find a job at an international school in Phnom Penh.  I'll move there.

After 2 years I'll buy an apartment in the section of the city I like best.

Give me another 2 years to settle in and I'll adopt a Cambodian child (gender unimportant), and I'll raise said child as a single parent, provided no-one irresistable comes along in the meantime. 

And thus I'll reach a happy middle age in Cambodia.

The only offputting thing is that I have an innate aversion to plans.  I've never been one for mapping out my life, and therefore any plan is automatically subject to rebellion and rejection.  So, although I'm surprised to realise that my plan is, in fact, entirely do-able (though by no means easy), I shan't be surprised if it gets turfed simply, well, because.