Finding Comfort in the Discomfort

Anxious? Yes. Regretful? No. Still showing up? Always.

I made it to Bali, and it turns out solo travel is a little less “Eat Pray Love” than expected.

After three flights, an airport shower, and one gloriously empty row that let me sleep stretched out like a lizard in the sun. Exhausting, yes, but weirdly smooth.

Landing here felt… big. And hot. Like, tropical wall o…