Until we meet again….

July 14, 2024

At this point, what is this blog?

Certainly, not a travel blog at this moment as I am settling into a new home. How much am I denying of this new life? I am blissfully still thinking of and dreaming of my 6 and 1/2 weeks in Indonesia. There I found myself again. I was painfully aware on that long-haul flight of what my entry back into the United States would entail and mean. I was prepping for the rudeness, which surfaced immediately. I was prepping for the judgement and disdain, which was not long behind. I was prepping for losing myself.

continued - July 22…..

Everyday that I am “home” I am thinking of ways of getting back to Indonesia. I can see spending two months of the year there to fill my soul. I am intrigued by the idea of spending time in another culture. Up until this point I have not found one that I found enough soul and heart in to undertake this journey. I like me better in Indonesia. I like me better since I got back from Indonesia. I have found a peace that I never thought possible. The most surprising thing about my time in Indonesia was my willingness to be adventurous, which I hadn’t been since before I got married, my calm about the unknown, which I have never had and the genuine pure joy of discovering. It felt beautiful and magical. The world opened up and my heart with it. I felt my son, I could see clearly without all the cloudiness and gunk I feel when I am in Colorado.