After an excructiating long flight of 36 hours, my plane touches down in the City of Denpasar.
Time travel does exist, as I glance down at my watch and realize I’m an entire day ahead of everyone back home.
Leaving the plane, I am instantly flooded with emotions.
What have I done?
I sold all of my belongings and bought a one-way ticket to Bali, Indonesia.
This is the first time in my entire life that I didn’t have a plan.
Once I go through customs and leave my old life behind, I stand, paralyzed in the crowded airport.
I am both overwhelmed and fascinated.
It’s as if time stands still.
Everything is a chaotic blur.
People rushing off in all types of directions.
Once I step outside, I am reminded of being in another country.
In a foreign place, as a motorbike swerves to avoid me. Road rules don’t exist here.
The sun is melting me with its intensity.
I slowly make my way through the crowd of men lined up saying, “taxi! taxi!”
One of them shoves a sign in my face.
I spot the sign that has my name, a man and woman waiting for me.
They sweep me away into their van and off we go.
I smile at them and they smile back.
They swerve. They stop. The husband hops out of the van.
He comes back carrying a fresh coconut for me.
An hour later, I have settled into my new bungalow home.
I rinse off the jet lag in the outside shower. Exposed to Bali’s beautiful nature.
Everything is so divine here.
It’s my first day here and I already never want to leave.
Weeks fly by and I have made a whole community of friends.
I spend my mornings writing above the rice terraces.
I laugh to myself when the geese chase each other.
Every afternoon I go to the market. Everything here is SO beautiful.
The Balinese are great merchants. They make it impossible for you to say no.
By mid-day, everyday, it pours down a tsunami of rain. Everyone gets caught up in it. Drenched.
Wait an hour. The sun will be back out, making you miss the rain that has just passed.
Re-hydrate with a tumeric juice.
Decide that I’m hungry and eat a whole pizza at buddah bali
Each precious night I spend dancing.
I’ve never felt more alive. I’ve never felt more myself.
I eat way too much food and leave the guilt behind.
Wake up and decide to go chase waterfalls….
Wander the streets alone and admire the architecture.
Sit by a private pool. Relax. Breathe.
Get invited to a private roof-top party and watch a strange man juggle.
This is what it’s like to live in Bali.