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 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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Bali Musings Post #1| Travel

As most of you know, I’ve moved back to Jakarta from Bali. We had only three weeks left in Bali when we found out we were moving, and during the last week and a half, I decided to journal it, so here it is!

Note: I wrote this at the time of moving, so if there’s any weird time differences please bear with me! 🙂


Bali has and always will have a special place in my heart. Bali is the place where I felt like I really belonged for the first time in years. This is the place where I made memories I’ll never forget and where I met people I’ll always cherish.

I have just over a week and a half here, and I intend to make the most of these precious days. So I decided to make a series of sorts. Kind of like a diary of my last days living here.  I wanted to do something different and sort of narrate my days, kind of like a novel. This probably won’t work out, but you never know until you try, right?

I know I’ll always come back, and I know this isn’t forever, but I have a feeling that these days are the days I’ll want to remember forever.

Stay tuned.

love, jane. aka the unlost wanderer.

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