Foreign Feelings

On a Boat from Lombok Island to Bali

You know that feeling when you wake up and can’t quite remember where you are? That happened to me a couple of days ago. It was my first night on Lombok Island and for a split second, I couldn’t remember where I was. I almost felt like I was supposed to wake up in my bed in my home. When I started to remember where I was, I felt disconnected and almost wanted to be home. For a split second. The feeling went away almost instantly, but it did feel foreign. I’m coming up to my 6th month of being away and this was the first time I’ve felt this way.

I spent the last couple of days in Lombok Island and am now going back to Bali. Shaili and I decided to go back to Ubud for just a night before we have to go to Depensar for our flight. It’s almost December and it’s pretty crazy to grasp. This time last year I was waking up on Thanksgiving day morning and talking to my dad. In PERSON, not over the phone. I had a nice talk with my parents today and I’m really starting to wonder how crazy it will feel once I actually am home now that I am making decisions about what my next move is both personally and career wise. Anyways, that all comes later and I’m still living in the moment. It’s the best thing that I can do. These moments are so fleeting and these experiences are once in a lifetime.

With Love,


P.S. Why is it called Thanksgiving? Isn’t thanks giving every day?