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Bali. 2014.

Today was the perfect time to come around the beach for a surf. It was too windy causing the beach of Kuta to have the strongest waves this month yet. It wasn't that dangerous to the point that they would actually prevent us from surfing today, it was just simply perfect.

It's been two years since I moved here all they way from England. Which was probably the riskiest decision I have ever made, but nonethless, it was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Despite everyone's protests of me leaving.

I couldn't be more grateful for Bali, it changed my whole outlook on life, I met new people, the kind that you know that will really stick for long. I found myself, most importantly. I discovered my love for surfing, the one thing that I found myself doing most often here. It was just the best way to unwind, relax and just forget about everything else really. 

I have two jobs here in Indonesia, I had to find a source of living still, now that I'm no longer living with my parents, I had to fend off for myself.

One was that I worked at the local nightclub by Jimbaran bay as a bartender at night. I also had a part-time job as a surfing instructor along with my friends Mallory and Kenny. Mal came all the way from Los Angeles, while Kenny was from New York. Both had the same reason of going away to Bali as an escape like me. The three of us lived in a small Balinese house at a village called Ubud. It was pretty decent and a cheap one at that. 

My life here in Bali is beautiful. More beautiful that the hustle and bustle that I felt when I used to call England my home. The pressures, the bullshit and all kinds of experiences I had there are all in the past now. It was the worst. It scarred me to the point that I had to pack up everything and leave all that happened there behind. 

Here I felt at ease, amazing and loved by everyone around me. Even strangers. 

But there's always something missing. Yes, everyone here is all nice and welcoming. There's just something lacking. Something that's waiting for me and something that I'm waiting for. That maybe a someone, but I'm not sure yet.

Okay, I'm sure.

I'm looking for that one guy. That one guy that will sweep me off my feet and fall madly and deedly in love. It may sound cheesy but you know it's true. I need a man in my life. 

And he has to get here soon.

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photo of Connar Franklin on the side! she's who i picture as Sierra haha

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