I’m somewhere up in the clouds. In the distance I see an island. It looks mysterious because it’s like it’s disapearing in the clouds. The sun is shimmering magicly in the ocean. The waves look so tiny from this distance. I laugh because I know that the waves in Bali are far more than sweet, they can be deadly. All of the sudden my lightly thoughts make room for something inside of me
that wants to get to the surface. I am inbetween worlds, inbetween different lifes. Between leaving and arriving. A bittersweet tear starts rolling down my cheek.
The end of my trip – 9 months have passed
I made friends for life, I felt welcome, I felt loved. It is a mixed feeling to leave Indonesia, but I know the people and the place will always be there – in my heart.
Just like that tiny country with 17 million people I grew up in. I have people waiting for me, so I can hug them and love them more than before.
But for now i’m inbetween leaving and arriving. I am here and it’s beautiful and sad at the same time and I love this paradox i’m living right now. It makes me feel grateful and rich. I may come home with 0 money in my bankaccount but I feel like the richest girl in the world. To be loved by many and to realize my heart is big enough to love so much. Let’s start this new adventure.
With bittersweet kisses,