A Kid went to Thailand. A Man returned home.
When he was young, the Kid was anxious, shy, introverted.
Prone to isolation, even.
Felt people didn't get him, or he not them.
An outsider looking in.
Eventually, the Kid stumbled upon one of his great loves.
To roam the vast realms of the world, like a vagabond.
Samurai have masters though.
The Kid did not.
Therefore, the Kid defined himself to bee a ronin.
A masterless Samurai destined to roam.
In places such as Budapest, Hungary, and Ljubljana, Slovenia, the Kid found himself.
He found home.
The Kid struck upon the notion home is not a place.
Home is people.
That's why the Kid never felt at home in The Netherlands, Rotterdam.
Sure he had family by blood.
But the connection never was there.
The Ronin Kid found his home on the road.
The Road was his home.
However, if home would be a place, it wouldn't be just one.
It'd be places.
Plural. All over the world.
The Kid found out his home was global.
With citizens of the world.
The kind, the good, the open, the brave.
February 2019. The Ronin Kid went to Thailand.
The Kid never came back.
Changed for good. For ever.
The Kid killed his past.
The Ronin cut down the Kid.
And made place for One.
Thailand eradicated the impurities of his past, and ushered in a new era.
The Ronin Era.
The Ronin returned home.
The Ronin found home.
He found out home is a place residing in your soul.
Now finally where he belongs, at peace.
The Ronin writes this love letter to one of his Great Loves.
This novel is that very letter.
The Kid went to Thailand.
A ronin came home.
Fury found home.
To you, Thailand.