The reset button

Sometimes I feel this need. The ability to mash down the button. To whirl around and get dizzy. Find a new look. Feel a new feeling. In the past I would simply go. If I happened to be in Bangkok I would leave from an airport. Fly to somewhere else. Find a reset in landing at some airport. Walking customs. Nodding at Cambodian immigration agents when they quickly let me pass with my retirement extension. That reset was easy. The extension was a year thing. I could just go. Vietnam took a little more work. A few days. Maybe a week. Needed the visa letter. Back then I’d get the three month visa. They also had six month and year options for US passport holders. Any of them assured me of a reset. A reboot. I have to say wandering the riverwalk in Da Nang at night always seemed like this basic life change. The beauty of it astounded me each time. I read somewhere that someone called Da Nang, The pearl of Vietnam Yeah. I could see it. Each time I went for whatever reason it felt like the…

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