I had spent years researching Bali as a destination to visit and longed to visit the island of Indonesia one day. I knew it was only a matter of time before my heart intervened and took me to another part of Asia.
I had imagined a place: sun drenched, tropical, spiritual, and full of healthy food. Well let me know tell you this… I was so entirely wrong. Bali was all of the above, but so much more. I feel naïve to have just presumed that I would have found this. Bali was full of surprises at every single corner, I feel overdosed on travel love right now for a place just so, so very beautiful.
Travel always manages to capture my heart unknowingly, with every adventure I take the greater the hunger and desire to see the whole world becomes. I remember declaring to my husband how I had broken my own record for falling in love in less than twelve hours of being on the island.
I am a dreamer, there is no denying that. But, something about Bali felt incredibly grown up and responsible. I’d chosen this destination, I'd saved hard for this trip and all my gut instincts about Ubud and beyond were so incredibly close to how I'd hoped I'd feel when I was there.
Thailand two years ago first gave me a glimpse of a life I then could only dare imagine, an intrigue and glimmer of something far magical. It's true travel pulls at my heart strings, the desire grows and the love for culture blossoms.
I know a two-week trip to Bali is not a story of ever after. I am only the same woman, in the same life I was before. But, what if this trip is the one that sets the seeds for the future? And all of those dreams, that have been so unsettled for years can now become the focus of my life.
If there is a dream stored deep inside of you, the only way to ever settle it is to unravel it piece by piece until you find the clues you are looking for. Maybe the answer isn't inside of you, it wouldn't be that easy.
All I know now is that, Bali has restored my faith in finding that destiny, which haunts me every single day.