Hi, I'm Seetha.
I'm checking out of a artsy hipster hostel in Bangkok, on my way to hitchhike to Si Phan Don (Lao: ສີ່ພັນດອນ; meaning '4,000 islands'), a riverine archipelago in the Mekong River in southern Laos. I get a phone call from my former housemate. She tells me that we've all passed our exams, and that I need to get my butt back to Indonesia immediately to graduate. "Does this mean I'm a doctor now?" I wonder.
It's been a year since I graduated medical school. Against the backdrop of the pandemic, the only goal I had 2020 was to support myself financially by working as a freelance writer. Mission accomplished. You've proven your point, albeit your worth still hangs in the balance, but staying here longer is not going to get you any closer to answers. Besides, seven years is long enough, and let's not egg the parents on to send a search and rescue party to retrieve me. Time to move on.
Six months in Penang, and one minimum wage internship later, I decided that it's time to give this website, and freelance writing another go. Maybe if I write about all of it while it's happening, it'll be less scary. "What about housemanship?", you ask? After the long delay and eventual progress, it's going to happen.
Meanwhile, I'll be here, writing, about what it's like to be a freelance writer, about personal development and productivity, about my adventures from the past and present, about habits, health, and my many hobbies.
Housemanship has (finally) begun. I'll reserve this space as somewhere to reminisce the good old days of freelance writing, and missing Jogja, but if you're interested in how my life as a junior doctor is going, please send some love this way.
Thanks for stopping by.
Best, Seetha G