16 days; just a little over 2 weeks to go. My countdown is slowly dwindling down and my date of departure is fast approaching. I, ladies and gentlemen, am moving to Bali, a.k.a. Island of Gods / Island of Love.
No, no, it isn’t because of the Gods that I’m moving there (or is it? hmmmm…), nor is it about love (contrary to what everyone thinks… cheeky, cheeky!). I’m moving for the plain and simple reason that I want to, and because I feel I have to. See, everyone is faced with decisions in their lives; decisions whether big or small, are all equally important. It just so happens that this decision I’ve made to move overseas, is one that could forever reshape me as a person.
Growing up as an expat baby and living abroad, I was exposed to many new and different things, several of which included learning about other people’s cultures, interacting with people from different backgrounds, and seeing with my own two eyes what each country had to offer. Yes, it was quite the childhood. A very good childhood, and for that, I am thankful for my parents, and Saudi Aramco (you treated us so well! Shoutout to all the Aramco Brats out there!).
So you see, traveling has always been a part of me. But even if that is the case, making the decision to move didn’t come easy. For 2 years I contemplated about moving, living abroad, yet there was always something in me that just kept me from going. I was overthinking things and my mind came up with so many questions that, looking back now, seem irrelevant. “Where am I going to live?” “What if I don’t know anyone there?” “Am I going to be able to survive on my own?” “What will my parents think?” “Do I have enough money to move?” My mind went into overtime. The more I asked, the more I got scared.
For me, the “right” time is a feeling.
People always think that the “right” time is when they’re financially stable, if they have another job locked down, or have already made solid connections in the country that they’re moving to. But I disagree. For me, the “right” time doesn’t have anything to do with anything tangible, because the “right” time is a feeling.
So for everyone asking how I prepared for this move, well, I didn’t really. And that’s the honest-to-goodness truth. And for those of you expecting a different answer; a better answer perhaps… my apologies. But I stand by my learnings and hope that you too, one day, can find it within you to take that leap of faith.
Peace Love and Lipgloss,