So I find myself nearly four months into living in
Indonesia and am still struck with moments of excitement at the sheer fact of
living abroad. The people around me must think im nuts when one of these
moments comes around because I grin like even more of an idiot and get excited
about normally insignificant things. The rational side of me wants to quell
these feeling and play it cool so I’m not walking around like a fresher. But I
cant help it.
It has been a long dry spell for writing this blog, which
should not be too surprising to those who know me. There is no way to sum up the time ive spent
here with any meaning. There is simply no time, but it has mostly been school, school, excessive sweating, Jakarta lung
(the official unofficial term for perpetual phlegm one coughs up daily due to
pollution) school, B A L I, gili islands. bali again, school, school, riots, ear
infection, school. Yeah, that’s pretty much it with a whole lot of good coffee,
lighthearted conversation, and a few cold beers in between.
Yet somewhere between the copious amount of smog and spicy
food, sometimes It still feels like I could wake up back home to the smell of
bacon on Sunday mornings and nothing would have changed much and I could pick
right up where I left off. That’s how it goes sometimes I guess, finding a new
routine in a new place. Side note, the
Indonesian guy with a mullet next to me has cut a violent fart, and thus
destroyed my reflective moment. Some
sort of reminder perhaps to live in the moment, albeit a stinky one.
Stay curious and enjoy the wonder of it all.
