You know when you get back to a place you haven’t been in a while (like a year) and it all feels so familiar, almost like you’ve never left?
That’s what it felt like stepping off the plane in Bali on Tuesday.
The smell of the air. The humidity on my skin. The faces of the people.
Our bodies have a memory too, you know. Not just our brains.
I have spent quite some time here on Bali in the past, and a lot more so on Gili T. close to neighboring Lombok, becoming and working as a dive instructor. This area and its people have grown on me a lot since the first time I came in 2009 – to the point where it felt like coming home yesterday.
Everything is so different, and yet so familiar.
Instead of where I used to always stay, namely busy and crazy Kuta, I decided to check out a different place this time: A hostel in Sanur, in the southeast of Bali. The area is mostly full of families and couple on vacation, as well as older retired people, but it’s much quieter and a lot more chilled out.
The hostel, Big Pineapple, turned out great, with lots of lovely people and a good, laid back atmosphere. Oh, and it has a pool. Not too shabby, ey?
So life is pretty good right now!
It’s weird too, though, you know. After spending a whole year in one place, Berlin – something I haven’t done in ages – I feel a bit rusty now. I can feel my comfort zone again. But that’s good, that’s how I like it.
Do you even know what your comfort zone feels like? When was the last time you felt it?