Bali Musings Day 5 | Travel

Feeling much better this morning, I convinced myself to make the most of the day. It was a Sunday, so that meant church. I packed for an hour or so and eventually got ready to go to church, which starts at 10:30. After waiting for my sister to get ready, we headed off to church! We sang and danced and had the best time. My friends and I planned to go out to lunch after the service but we weren’t expecting a portion of the worship team to come as well. (Not that that was a bad thing, the more the merrier!) We ate noodles and coffee, played Jenga and cards, and overall laughed a ton.  As the lunch came to a close, a few of us planned to watch Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 the next day.

After going to the grocery store, we drove back home and started packing once again. My room is mostly empty, now. Times like these I wonder why I attached myself to this place when I knew I was leaving soon. However, knowing I made friends with people I knew I would talk to for the rest of my life quickly erased the dread. I recalled this verse I memorized during school, Jeremiah 29:11. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you, not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”  I have a hope. I have a future. God knows my plans and I will not let darkness overcome me again.

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love, jane. aka the unlost wanderer.

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10 Things I Love. | Jane’s Rambles

Hello, everyone! Today I thought that I’d do a quick little “list” kinda post! I love reading these kinds of posts and I love writing them too. 🙂 As the title suggests, I’m going to write about 10 things that I love. They won’t be big things because like the saying goes, it’s the little things that count.

Alright then, off to the list!

  1. The smell of paint. Weird, I know, but I’ve grown up painting so whenever I go to an art supply shop or open a new bottle of paint, I take a deep breath and I’m home. (This is also probably insanely unhealthy so I should probably stop, haha).
  2. The satisfaction of finishing a good book. This one is pretty self-explanatory, I’d think!
  3. The finished product of cleaning your room. I don’t know about you, but I do not like cleaning my room. However, when I do clean my room, I love the feeling of Yay, it’s clean! I can actually breathe now!
  4. Putting on your favorite pair of shoes/outfit. I feel like we all have one of those. An outfit or a pair of shoes that when you put them on, you feel like you can take on the world. That when you put them on, you feel a surge of confidence and you feel comfortable.
  5. A perfectly sharpened pencil. I usually use mechanical pencils, but when I do use a regular graphite pencil I’m usually a lazy bum and don’t sharpen it until the tip is completely flat and all I get when I try to write is scrapes from the wood. So when I actually sharpen the thing there is always a sense of satisfaction when I see a perfect tip.
  6. Finishing a notebook. I rarely ever finish using notebooks. I always get bored half-way through the book and start writing in a new one.
  7. The smell of coffee. I love love love coffee, but I can rarely drink a pure cup of it.For me, it’s usually milk and sugar with a splash of coffee. I don’t drink coffee often, but when my parents make their own cup, I find myself taking a deep breath.
  8. Putting on fresh nail polish. I don’t understand how girls can put on a new color of nail polish every week. I will literally leave the same color on my nails, chipped and everything until my sister can’t take it and force me to change it. (She’s one of those girls who will have a new color every week, but she’s really good at doing designs and all that jazz).
  9. The flickering of candlelight. I feel like there’s a crazy amount of comfort that comes with candles, (but also that tiny smidge of anxiety that I’ll burn the house down). Their scent and the pureness of the fire is something so comforting to me.
  10. Fresh baked goods. I mean, come on, what beats a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie, or a pie that came right out of the oven?

There ya have it, folks! 10 things that I love. I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope you found some things in common with me. 🙂

See you soon!
love, jane. aka the unlost wanderer.

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That One Time the King Went to Bali. 

Hello, everyone! I don’t think I’ve said this before, but I happen to live in three different places per year. My family rotates living in California, Bali, and Jakarta. Bali and Jakarta are both in a country called Indonesia, where my parents are from. Oddly enough, my parents met in California, (USA), in college and started a life there, which is why my sisters and I grew up in America and do not speak Bahasa Indonesia. Which is not convenient, to say the least.

My family first started to transition our life to Indonesia in 2010. (I cannot believe that was seven years ago!) I know what you’re thinking, but Jane! You’ve been in Indonesia for nearly seven years! How come you don’t speak the language? Here’s my excuse: Because of our move to Indonesia, no school would allow us to be gone for long periods of time since we were transitioning. (Pretty reasonable, I suppose!) This meant we started homeschooling and that meant we stayed home all day long and we don’t have many opportunities to speak the language. And when we do start to get the hang of it, we go back to America and lose it again. Also, we have American accents, so we get made fun of and judged a lot so that’s kind of discouraging.

Okay, wow, I am getting waaaay off track. So this week, the King of Saudi Arabia (I know I should’ve specified in the title but it would’ve been way too long, lol) came to Bali for vacation along with 1,500 people, (including 10 ministers, 25 princes, 800 delegates and a number of princesses,) 300 cars, 2 elevators, and 459 metric tons of luggage. As you can see, this was the talk of the town, or island, in this case. Some were excited, though some were dreading the day the king came because that meant one thing: traffic. Bali is a small island with small roads and like, one freeway, so adding 300 cars was a big deal. They even closed the airports the day they came.

They are staying at a number of hotels, but I hear that the king is staying at the St. Regis Hotel in Nusa Dua. (Nusa Dua is the ultimate area for tourists when it comes to resorts.) I’ve never stayed there myself, but my family and I have gone to their beach a number of times.



Someone even blasted the king’s schedule, so we know which areas to avoid that day. I hear that the king loves Bali so much, he extended his vacation.

love, jane. aka the unlost wanderer.

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