My stomach is all tied up in a big knot. I\u2019m not sure if it\u2019s because I\u2019m car sick from playing chicken with the cars in the other lane, the cigarette smoke, the ant farm I\u2019m sitting in, or just because I\u2019m not sure if we\u2019re going to ever make it to the lake. We\u2019re not getting robbed, it\u2019s going to be fine. What if we are? Do I give up easily? Do you think we can run for it? No, really, it\u2019s fine I keep telling myself, you\u2019ve watched too many movies. Everything is going to be fine if we can just make it to the lake. I check my google maps, still going in the opposite direction. Let\u2019s refresh our location, maybe it\u2019s not right. Nope, still five hours away. Deep breaths, just close your eyes. I\u2019m sure this is normal, right? If only our driver spoke a little more English. You\u2019re just hungry and car sick, that\u2019s all it is. You know how easily you get car sick. Largest volcanic lake in the world, jungle trek to see Orangutans, it\u2019s all going to be worth it. It\u2019s just one car ride. Once you get there, it will just be a funny story to look back on. Maybe if I keep telling myself that, it will happen. Positive thoughts, right? People think positive thoughts for parking spots and they supposedly get them. Positive thoughts\u2026we\u2019re making it to Lake Toba!!<\/p>\n
Now fast forward to right now, I\u2019m staring at an almost blank screen with the cursor blinking back and forth, taunting me. Just a friendly reminder of how much time I\u2019ve wasted staring at my computer screen. Thanks Microsoft Word, at least the paper clip guy isn\u2019t creepily smiling at me. The question I keep asking myself is, \u201cWhy would anyone care about what you\u2019re doing or what you have to say?\u201d People watch cats ringing bells for food, a weird talking orange, and a kid crying about getting his finger bit. People care about strange things. I don\u2019t have anything too special to share, just more an opportunity to explain my journey. A very small experience in the last year was a single car ride to Lake Toba. Nothing you\u2019ll be able to understand by seeing my beautiful photo of the lake, just a memorable moment in time. It\u2019s almost the modern-day journal. Typing instead of writing, publishing for the world to see instead using a lock and key. We have social media \u201cstories\u201d with gifs, videos, boomerangs and bunny ears. This is my story, but with good old fashion words. This will be about my journey moving all the way to the other side of the world. I will talk about traveling, but I won\u2019t be a crazy travel blogger that\u2019s been living on the road for 3 years straight, going country to country. I will write about food, fitness, and whatever else I want, but I\u2019m not an incredible chef, nor am I crazy fit (still working on getting good quality push-ups down). Think of my blog as reading about your regular ass friend, who went on a cool trip. My hope is you\u2019ll enjoy reading this because I\u2019m just like you, a regular human deciding to adventure out of my comfort zone. Instead of just seeing the beautiful photo of the lake, why not read about all the things a photo can\u2019t show you? The story.<\/p>\n
Now here\u2019s how my story starts. I moved to Singapore from Portland, Oregon at the beginning of the year. \u00a0Crazy right? Maybe not for some of you, but it was for me. I had never even moved out of the state of Oregon as an adult. Before last year, I honestly couldn\u2019t point on the map exactly where Singapore was, and if you were to ask me what the main language was, I wouldn\u2019t have known. Overall I would consider myself to be a smart person, but you can feel dumb pretty fast when there is so much about the world we have no clue about. Now when someone asks me, \u201cCan\u2019t you get a job teaching English in Singapore?\u201d I must stifle my judgments and remind myself that I didn\u2019t know much about this place till I moved here.<\/p>\n
We are so easy to get stuck in our bubble, surrounding ourselves with the same types of people, same experiences, same friends, same foods, same everything. It\u2019s EASY to be comfortable and not push out of our comfort zone. It\u2019s easy to never leave our bubble, never question our views, never stretch our goals or make goals at all, life can be easy if we want it to. The decision to move across the world wasn\u2019t easy. This pushed me and my husband out of our comfort zones, and I never want to look back. Regardless of who you are, I hope IF you continue to read my rants, you will be inspired to push yourself out of your comfort zone. This year for me has been full of fun, new incredible experiences, and it\u2019s all because I said yes to the first one. Do yourself a favor, and let\u2019s get a little uncomfortable, shall we?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My stomach is all tied up in a big knot. I\u2019m not sure if it\u2019s because I\u2019m car sick from playing chicken with the cars in the other lane, the cigarette smoke, the ant farm I\u2019m sitting in, or just because I\u2019m not sure if we\u2019re going to ever make it to the lake. We\u2019re not getting robbed, it\u2019s going to be fine. What if we are? Do I give up easily? Do you think we can run for it? No, really, it\u2019s fine I keep telling myself, you\u2019ve watched too many movies. Everything is going to be fine if we can just make it to the lake. I check my google maps, still going in the opposite direction. Let\u2019s refresh our location, maybe it\u2019s not right. Nope, still five hours away. Deep breaths, just close your eyes. I\u2019m sure this is normal, right? If only our driver spoke a little more English. You\u2019re just hungry and car sick, that\u2019s all it is. You know how easily you get car sick. Largest volcanic lake in the world, jungle trek to see Orangutans, it\u2019s all going to be worth it. It\u2019s just one car ride. Once you get there, it will […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/147"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=147"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/147\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":159,"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/147\/revisions\/159"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=147"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=147"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/journeyundefined.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=147"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}