Bali Musings Day 8-12 | Travel

The rest of my time in Bali blurred together as I packed, babysat, wandered around the island soaking up all the beauty, and spent any spare minute I could with friends. I know I’ll never forget these moments as I grow up. Going to church for the last time was filled with hugs and laughs as we all masked our disappointment. We even went out to lunch with Kat, Jax, and Lyssa. We realized that every time we went somewhere after church, it was with this original group, and every time we’re so tired we’re all delirious, acting crazy and talking nonsense. I remember looking at this group of friends feeling a sudden surge of hope in my chest. I went so long thinking I’ll never make friends to suddenly having three great ones.

All the way up till our last day, I had the time of my life. Even if there were times I broke down and gave into the feeling of hopelessness, realizing I’m leaving the place where my whole life consisted, yet again. I pushed that aside, though. I refuse to feel that way. This move will be good for my family and I, I repeated in my head. This is good. 

As days of bowling, bird parks, and escape rooms past, and the day of the move looms closer, we put the finishing touches on our house. I went outside to take a Polaroid photo of the home we lived in for the past two years, smiling at all the memories. I realized that I am more than satisfied with the time we spent here. Staring at my house, I looked back at the memories forever engraved in my head: the beach, friends, church and ministry, stepping out of my comfort zone, and feeling and being closer to God than I ever had before. And later, sitting on the plane towards Jakarta, I can finally start feeling excited for the new adventures waiting for me there.

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Wow! The last post of the Bali Musings series. I hope you all enjoyed, I know I have! I hope you didn’t mind the ups and downs of my emotions over the week, this was literally my inner monologue during this time.

This was the place of many firsts for me, and I was so glad it was here. Living in Bali was never meant to be permanent, and so is living in Jakarta. I guess growing up in this certain lifestyle affected my way of feeling and allowing myself to feel accepted and that I belonged. Unfortunately for me, as I began to feel that way I only had a few months left, only I didn’t know it yet. I hope I can feel that way in Jakarta again. I hope I won’t allow myself to build walls around my heart so tall that it takes years to break them down again. I hope I let people in, even though I know I’ll leave again.

Bye for now, Bali.

love, jane. aka the unlost wanderer.

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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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Bali Musing Day 3 | Travel

After the usual morning routine of breakfast, studying, and getting ready for the day, we headed to another one of our favorite cafes, Café Batu Jimbar in Sanur. We live near Sanur so we were able to go there often. With its comfortable atmosphere, good service, and even better food we always feel at home.  After having our favorite lunch, hummus and salad for me, fish salad for my sister, nasi campur for my mom, and a ham and cheese sandwich for my other sister, we went to Hardy’s across the street to search for that birthday present we couldn’t find yesterday. We eventually decided on painting a plastic ball with some of his favorite things, since he plays basketball. (Update: the ball deflated so we need to find a plan B, lol.)

 

When we finished at Hardy’s, we drove to Krisna, the holy grails of tourist shopping. My mother found out that nobody sells boxes here! She phoned every box company in Bali and surrounding islands but came up with nothing. Finally she asked one of her friends and they told her that Krisna has some. So there we went. Buying boxes kind of made it more real for me. My heart broke a little bit more after buying the boxes but I shook it off because I’ll be okay. It was only about two o’clock when we got home, and we had a guest coming over at four. He was my sisters’ English tutor, and my youth group leader. Our families have grown close to each other throughout the months he tutored them. My sister cooked some chicken and roasted vegetables, while I baked snicker doodle cookie bars.

Despite the happy day, I went to bed that night with a heavy heart, feeling lonely and defeated. I can only wish and pray that I’ll feel better tomorrow.

love, jane. aka the unlost wanderer.

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Bali Musings Day One| Travel

I woke up today with a smile on my face. The birds were chirping outside my bedroom window and the sun was shining beautifully. I put off unpacking the night before, so I quickly got to work unpacking my bag and putting things in place. My shoulders sagged at the thought of just packing everything back again in the span of the next few weeks, but I shook it off and decided to look at the situation in a positive view.  I love Bali with all my heart and there’s no doubt I’ll be leaving my heart here. Rolling my shoulders back and taking a deep breath, I pulled out my school work. A distraction will do. After a couple lessons of Business Math and United States History, my mother woke up and decided that today we were headed to Ubud. Ubud is one of my most favorite places in the entire world. With the rich Balinese culture mixed with all the art, I felt at home.

After an hour’s drive north, we finally arrived. We headed to one of my mom’s most favorite restaurants, Warung Bendega. She ate her lunch there, while my sisters and I went off to Dairy Queen to have some ice cream. She told us we didn’t need to eat there since I wasn’t the biggest fan of the place. (Meaning: A bee chased me during our last visit there and would not leave me alone. Which means I was traumatized.)

After we finished, we walked around, people watching and just avoiding getting hit by a car in general. (Ubud is insanely crowded with tourists, but I love it anyways).

We decided to head off to another one of our favorite restaurants because, after all, ice cream is hardly a meal. Hopping in the car, we made the quick drive to Mang Enking to eat. This place is special because we sit at our own Bales or gazebos while we eat. The Bales rest on a koi pond, where you can feed the fish. We don’t necessarily come to eat the food, more like we come to feed the fish.

Enjoying the beautiful view of the rice fields on my left, I came to the conclusion that life couldn’t get better than this. I was blessed with a unique life many people envy, and while it does get tough, I’ll always be strong and I’ll always be okay. We went grocery shopping after we finished, and by the time we got home it was already six o’clock. Skipping dinner, I studied a little bit more to make up what I missed while being gone, opened Word Document and started typing away. This, I thought, this is the life. Writing, traveling, loving and just being, I could do this, I believed. Yeah, I can do this.

Here’s my journal entry for day one of my time in Bali! As you can probably tell, I’m a bit conflicted about what I should feel, but I’m going to stay positive. I know this post was a little different, but as I said in my last post, I felt like “narrating” these entries, just wanted to try something different. I hope you enjoyed it!

See you tomorrow.

love, jane. Aka the unlost wanderer.

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Packing Tips! | Travel

I don’t know about you, but I love packing. Only travel packing, though. House packing, however, is something I can’t stand. Lord knows I’ve done that way too many times.

Anyways, over the years I’ve accumulated a packing system of sorts. I know packing is pretty much common sense, but I hope you found something new and useful from this post! Note: The lighting was really weird in my house when I took these pictures, so be prepared for some heavily filtered photos which I used to make them look somewhat decent.

First off, lay everything you want to pack into separate piles so you know what you need to pack. Make sure you have all your necessities first.

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(Shout out to my sister’s quilt because my blanket is hideous.)

Start off with your choice of luggage. I’m using my trusty carry-on luggage that my parents surprised my sister and I with when we first began traveling a lot six years ago. I got the green and my sister got pink. As you can see, it’s seen a lot of use, haha.

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Start off by leveling the side with the bumps from the handlebar. I usually use my undergarments/socks to do this part. (Which I will not picture because I doubt anyone would want to see that.) I went ahead and filled the other side of the luggage with my school books.

Next, lay your pants with the legs hanging off the sides.

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Then, take your tops and place them on top of your pants. You can save some space by rolling them (which also prevents wrinkles,) but sometimes it’s better to just regularly fold. Just use your judgement for this part. 🙂

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When you’re done with this step, fold over the legs of the pants.

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(I fit in my personal care between my shirts)

I also had some other books and miscellaneous items that I fit on top of my clothes, and that’s it! Close up your luggage and you’re ready to go off to your next adventure! I hope you learned something from this. Even if it was that I have an ugly blanket!

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love, jane. aka the unlost wanderer.

ps- keep the ‘fragile’ stickers on your luggage, you never know when that will come in handy!

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Count Your Blessings Part I | Faith

Things are changing, changing fast. My glass is half empty and there’s nowhere for me to go but down.  Or so I thought. This time, I’m not going down that path. I refuse to. This time, I’m going to turn to God and count my blessings.

This is going to be a new…segment on my blog. (Is segment the right word? I know there’s another one but I can’t remember it!) When I am feeling down, I will turn to God and be thankful, rather than turning to somewhere else and feel sorry for myself.

I’m thinking to just number some things I’m thankful for/blessings in my life, I honestly haven’t thought things through.

  1. My family. We all have our faults and though we don’t always see eye to eye, I am so eternally blessed by them.
  2. My bed.
  3. My schooling.
  4. My favorite backpack.
  5. My Kindle.
  6. Friends that stick together and who are loyal.
  7. Quizlet.
  8. Jesus Christ, for dying for my sins and for always being there for me.
  9. Stationary, because they make life so much easier.
  10. Online classes.
  11. Blogging.
  12. Technology.
  13. Air conditioning.
  14. Electricity.
  15. Art.
  16. Books and movies, that help me escape reality.
  17. Video tutorials.
  18. The Internet.
  19. My room.
  20. Being able to travel.

I suppose 20 things are good for now! I know a bunch of things are totally random and little, but it’s the little things that count.

What are you grateful for?

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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