Finding My Feet in Bali
Finding my Feet in Bali – Day 1 & 2 of travel
Today I was dropped off to the airport by my husband. I said bye to him and tried not to think about it. I was feeling mixed emotions. Scared, excited, and the feeling of loneliness was coming over me. I quickly wheeled my suitcase up the ramp and got on with the process of checking in my luggage. I was a little anxious a few days ago as I had never been on holiday by myself before. I suffered from serious
stomach pains and nearly even talked myself out of going. When I get anxious or emotional it effects my stomach in a bad way, my stomach flares up and exacerbates my food intolerances.
Who would I talk to and what would I do? I know this opportunity had been presented to me and I knew I had to take it, otherwise I would have had regrets later on in my life. Bali was on my list of places to see. It was always a dream of mine. I had seen the pictures of the most beautiful sunsets, the most greenest of rice fields and the architecture of the temples that were just something else. Not forgetting all the places to do yoga.
For the first time in a long time I have no plans. I am going to go with the flow. Anyone that knows me personally this is not an easy thing for me to do. I am a little bit of a control freak and need to know what’s happening. I even took peanut butter, rice cakes and almond milk in my suitcase just incase I couldn’t find anything to eat when I got there. This drives my husband mad!! “Like your not going to find anything to eat” “just incase, you never know!! ” I replied. Living with food intolerances can be hard and then on top of it I’m a vegetarian so it is even harder to cater for me. Lucky for me there was Marks and Sparks at the airport I managed to pick up a couple of delicious salads and was on my way. I got on the plane and tried to sleep, but my body clock was messed up. Trying to fall asleep 4pm English time was just not happening for me. After a long 11 hours flight. I finally reached Hong Kong. I searched the airport for food and to my surprise I couldn’t find much that I could eat. What is it with all these people, I don’t mind them eating meat, but please give me some choice! Oh well, this is the story of my life. I walked up and down the airport trying to keep my circulation moving after sitting for so long my body needed to move.
When I finally arrived at Bali, I waited a very long time for luggage to arrive onto the conveyor belt. All I could think was that someone else was going to go off with my suitcase without realising. Am I the only one who thinks that? Crazy huh!
Once I arrived at the hotel, I was so tempted to order room service and go to bed I was so tired. But after speaking to hubby to tell him I arrived safely he said I shouldn’t stay in the room and should head out. I decided to freshened up and head down to the lobby where they had an outdoor cinema going on. It was so beautiful and the atmosphere of all the people sitting on bean bags and loungers was just so chilling.
It was then that I was contemplating, do I go back to my room and order food or sit in the posh restaurant by myself. I had never eaten out in a restaurant alone before. It was a bit weird in the beginning, everyone else had people surrounding them. But actually, I really enjoyed myself not having to make conversation and was happy to eat peacefully and watch people. I wonder how many single people actually hide them self away in their rooms as they can’t bare to go to places on their own. This is so sad but I’m sure it must happen. If this sounds anything like you then take yourself out of your comfort zone, give it a go and try it. It’s not as scary as you may think.
I remember being young and seeing people in the cinema on their own, people would comment and say how sad it was, however thinking about it now I think it’s great that people are enjoying their own company. Spending time on your own is important, how else will you know yourself. Find what you love and do it…