people with mullets are often the best at reminding us important things

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.