"It's ok, it's just all my worldly possessions"
I am crestfallen that my luggage is missing, but I'm surprisingly not as broken up about it as the people around me.

I'm simultaneously being introduced to people I will be working with as well as trying to report to the proper offices that my luggage is missing. It's all totally surreal.

I hop into a truck and am told we're going to what will be my house. Everything is amazing. I'm firing question after question to Cal, a coworker. It's hard to absorb everything he's telling me, because I am still in awe that I am in Thailand.
We pull into my house. It's beautiful.

"I'm here" my brain keeps repeating in disbelief.

"This is going to be my home."

(My luggage arrived later that day)