As I write this I am sitting on a cafe balcony hovering over the shores of Bingin Beach in Bali, watching bodies float up and down with the currents, watching shadows riding the waves as the sunlight cracks the blue waters open, turning them into diamonds flickering from the distance. I’ve come a long way since I started this journey. It’s been almost a month since I’ve arrived in Indonesia. I’m overflowing with stories I want to share with the world. So much goodness has happened, I feel it about to burst out of me into words and pictures. But I will move backwards slowly, rewinding all the way back to where it all began.
My last week in California had me spinning and flying through time. I blinked then I found myself hugging my mother and sisters at the LAX airport one last time, not knowing when exactly I will see them again. I know I won’t see them for a long time, which is something we’ve all accepted. I’m just another woman following wherever the wind leads. Blink. My sister, my blood, my best friend, wrote me another tragically beautiful letter as I wandered around the airport with salty tears streaming out of my eyes. Blink.
I am inside an airplane, somewhere in the stratosphere, beginning my 35-hour journey to Asia of layovers and turbulence. Blink. My five hours in Tokyo was a haze. I sat and edited photos for clients, bobbing my head to my music while a beautiful stranger sleeps by the window in front of me. Blink. I arrived in Kuala Lumpur, the airport was almost completely empty. I look at the space before me and it resembled a starry night sky, I walk around and settle down somewhere to practice yoga under the artificial cosmos.
Blink. I watched the sunrise as I walked through the airport, the light unraveling the greens of Malaysia. I thought to myself, I need to come back and explore this country. And I will one day soon. My thoughts are interrupted by a voice echoing through the airport. Blink. Flight to Denpasar Bali is now boarding. Blink.
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