8.01.25: Mango Sticky Rice

I don’t think I can ever live somewhere that doesn’t have 50-baht mango sticky rice within walking distance. It’s not just the food, it’s the abundance of small joys: cheap massages, iced oolong tea, rain that hits like a movie scene. Sure, the infrastructure collapses during floods and I’ve seen a rat ride a motorbike tire, but somehow it balances out. When people ask why I’m still in Thailand, I never give a deep answer. I just say, “Because mango sticky rice is cheaper than therapy.” And honestly, I stand by that.