My last 10 days in Gili Air were jam-packed full of beautiful and exciting things.
I’ve had even more adventures than I could have imagined in my last few weeks in Gili Air. However, most of them haven’t been here in Gili at all. I’ve been venturing out to the mainland on both sides.
My life in Gili Air has settled back on me like a cat finding its favourite place in the morning sun. It almost feels as though I never even left.
Obviously, there are some changes. The people are different. Some friends here are still the same. However, I have found myself making new, beautiful friends as well. Again, most of them are divers but there are a lot less French around me this time which means I understand a lot more of what’s going on. The French generally just speak French.
Change is a constant in life. We all know that. Our skin, hair, faces, relationships and even thoughts change. For some people, a little more quickly than others.
This constant state of change gives us permission and reminders that we should live in the present moment and enjoy what we have now. Because we know that it can all change in an instant.
The past few weeks have been an absolutely whirlwind consisting of early wake-ups, smiling faces and an experience I couldn’t have dreamt of in my wildest dreams.
Oh, why hello there!
I know, I know, it’s been a while between posts. But once again my excuse is that I honestly just haven’t had the time. I have had a constant stream of friends come to visit me over the past few weeks which means that I haven’t found myself alone at all.
My birthday was this week. I’ve found there’s something extra special about having your birthday away from home.
You don’t have the luxury of organising a party with fancy things. You have to make do with what you have, which I think makes you appreciate it a whole lot more.
Today marks the one week stamp of my arrival to Nusa Lembongan in Indonesia, and to my new life and job.
I have settled into my life here extremely comfortably and happily. A student told me the other day that she thought I’d been here for years. It seems that the grey clouds that were looming over me before a Melbourne winter are only a distant memory now. All the clothes I wore for my last week back home, I left there, knowing that I would not need my big boots and warm long sleeves, but have instead switched for lose shirts, easy dresses and bare feet. I couldn’t be more comfortable if I tried.