When I arrived in Bali, I was quickly faced with a harsh truth: I didn’t know how to take care of myself. I learned, that for years, I had been dependent on anyone other than myself to take care of me when shit got hard. And suddenly, I had no one to give me the answers. I had to figure it out myself.
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Is this home?
I asked this as my plane descended into Seattle at dusk, the day after Christmas. Only 30 hours prior, I had left Bali’s hot pink sunsets. Looking out the window at the orange, mountain-laden sky, I wondered if this was home anymore.
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I woke up at 3am this morning to a light knock on my cabin door. I had ridden my motorbike 2.5 hours the day before from Canggu to Kintamara, where I stayed overnight so that I could hike Mount Batur at sunrise.
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