Post Bali. An Update

My reality a few weeks ago was this;

I had been absolutely hanging, I mean hanging for this latest Bali trip. Guys, I can’t really put my finger on it but the place just has a grab on me and I do anything possible to keep finding those cheap flight deals to call Steve and go, “guess what? We’re going back!”

It was a great trip. Like really awesome! There wasn’t much shopping or bringing suitcases loads of crap back – but a chill trip, showing my parents the Island of the Gods {it was their first trip to Bali} and getting that R&rR that I desperately needed.

And then landing back in Melbourne to sub zero temperatures {okay, not that cold but you get the drift} – I got sick.

Firstly, with a nasty, annoying cold that lingered around for about a week. Instead of singlet tops and ripped jean shorts, I was rugged up with 5 layers on, scarf and beanie in tow – Melbourne’s winter was not just coming, it had came. Game of Thrones anyone?

Then the second wave hit, and I looked close to this;

I got real sick. Sick to the point that I spent 2 days in hospital. I’m on the mend now, but my goodness it knocked me for six. I had lost 2 kilos in the process and my energy levels are at an all time low.

But life, work, kids and that god forsaken washing is still here, and as most mums know – these things do not wait.

So I’m quickly stopping by here to let you know – it’s all good, I’m still hanging about and I have so many things to share with you about the trip that was, great tips and places to check out if you are heading over to Bali.

I’ll recant my top comment about how I don’t know why I keep going back to Bali. I think I’ve got it.

It calms my soul.

And in this day and age with all the bullshit that is going on in the world – why wouldn’t you want more of that?

oxo

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