What is it Like Being Back?
Well, it’s the same but different. I spoke to and visited with a few friends. The type of friends you can talk to any time, and the conversation is the same as if you had just left things off the night before.
Those are the type of friends you want in your life. The type of friends that bring you nothing but trouble, pain, and anxiety, well they need to go. Not necessarily go as in out of your life but is limited to a certain amount of time and energy.
I am getting this feeling when I am online and taking part in a TikTok live conversation. Some people ask questions for the sake of asking questions. Others ask intelligent questions that also benefit others.
Where are Those People?
They are the ones that are busy with life and yet you manage to squeeze in time to be with them. They are the ones worthy of your time and effort. Because they are the ones that make you feel good and encourage you.
Those are the people that you need in your life. You don’t need dozens; good friends are like a box of Timbits. Yes, you can consume the whole damn box, but pick your favorites and leave the rest, knowing they are good but not necessarily good for you.
There you Have It.
Despite being away for so long, coming back and forth, I usually get in touch with the ones that I want to get in touch with. What is it like being back? The same as it was when I left. I still get in touch with my favorite people and of course family.
The relationship with my kids is the same. We never skip a beat. What is it like being back? Well, I find the organization to be better than in Indonesia. The chaotic traffic the constant buzzing on scooters and the people in traffic is very different. Yet when I am here, I miss the chaotic mess in Bali Indonesia. It is not even that I miss it, it is a different type of freedom.
Canada and America, the land of the free.
Yet when I end up in a store or a restaurant, I find so many fake, entitled people. Servers with fake smiles. People who hate their jobs and smoke as if they were at gunpoint. I miss the genuine niceness of the people in Bali.
There is a certain charm to Indonesia that you can only experience when you are there and part of the whole chaotic mess. I have two homes. My home is in Canada because I grew up here. I know how things work. However, my heart sort of belongs to Bali Indonesia because it is small enough to get to know but big enough to get away from it all. Unlike say Bermuda where you can take in the whole island in a day. Bali has a certain type of magic that I hope everyone gets to experience.