I’m back in Yogya after a couple of days in Bali with Jess and her boyfriend Josh. I had a really good time there. We spent 2 nights in Ubud and 1 in Legian. We managed to fit a lot of stuff in, including travelling around the east, shopping, eating great food, sipping cocktails and enjoying the freedom we had there. It was nice to do some things that we can’t do in Yogya, like wear singlet tops and drink cocktails. I only wore a singlet top on one day, and I found it really weird. I felt so self-conscious and felt like I was walking around topless. I kept waiting for people to stare or comment. In Klungkung I visited the place where Dad did a fair bit of his research for his PhD. I took a few photos of it for him but couldn’t find anyone who remembered him. Not that I asked that many people.
Coming back to Yogya is strange because I’m just starting to realise that most of my friends have gone and in many senses, things have finished already. The friends that I would see every day are now just in photos, and places I go just trigger memories. It’s a strange feeling, and I’m feeling so mixed up about everything, mainly about how things coming to an end feels. I’ve got essays and study to distract me, so I hope that works.
The few of us that are still here are trying to figure out what we’ll do on New Years Eve. Some seem to already have plans, and seeing as my kos has a curfew, I also need to find somewhere to stay, So it looks like Jess, Josh and I will be having our own party at their hotel.
