Let’s talk some common decency, people. I’ve been flying a lot this past year and even though I try to avoid wasting energy with being annoyed over things I can’t control, like my fellow passengers, I do have a few suggestions on how to make everybody else’s lives a little bit nicer.
Often when I’m excited to share a book I’ve just read, I have a way of describing it a tad too honest. “It was amazing, it made me cry and I felt like a hollow shell of my former self for weeks”. (Revolutionary Road, man, did that book break me down). And the poor person I’m talking to look like they don’t even know if they should get me medical assistance or just stop listening to anything I say.
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara is in the same category. It’s about friendship and growing up.
My time here in Bali is coming to an end. It’s bittersweet. On one hand, it is definitely time. On the other, this island has been my safe haven since I first got here in September last year. Being here has allowed me to get both clarity and inspiration, which finally led to a decision. I’ll write more about that at a later point.
In the meantime, I want to share the first little product of my two most recent interests; scuba diving and videography.
Three months and a couple of days. That’s how long I’ve been 30. Whenever I say my age to people I meet here, their instant reaction is “what, I would have guessed 25?!”. Good for my ego, but I could not be happier over being exactly the age I am.
Life has taken a few twist and turns getting to this point. “And what point would that be”, you might ask. Or not, but I’ll tell you the answer anyway.
As usual, I wake up early. It’s 6.30. After a quick visit to the bathroom, where I say hi to the guy who does the morning shift at the hostel, I decide that a couple of more hours of sleep would be good for getting over my cold. Few things are as annoying as being sick when you’re traveling.
Full disclosure, I barely knew who Gloria Steinem was prior to reading My Life on the Road. I connected her name to feminism and writing, but I had no stories to attach to those words. But the book kept popping up everywhere I looked and when it was recommended by Emma Watson in Our Shared Shelf, I decided it was time. Besides, reading about travel and feminism seemed perfect for kicking off my own current adventure.
Whenever you meet scuba divers, you quickly notice how passionate they are. More or less a bunch of fanatics, all of them. Which seems kind of weird and scary until you start scuba diving yourself and then you will most likely be exactly like them. So I thought I would share my pre-fanatic story.
If you want to know about life as a “digital nomad” (I’m starting to find that phrase a bit funny and have to put quotation marks around it), there is an endless supply of blogs and articles purely dedicated to the subject. Great advice and funny experiences to learn from. Most of it, however, is focused on individuals doing their own thing. Freelancers, small startups, and bloggers.
When it comes to books, I’ve been a bit of a conservative snob. I like to hold them, turn page corners, carry them with me everywhere I go. I even like the smell. You can find me at least once a week walking into a bookstore, drooling over all the books I want to take home with me. As a kid, I mastered the art of riding my bicycle while reading something I probably was too young to understand anyway.
When it was time to start packing for my trip, I realised that bringing the seven books I wanted to read was not an option, unless I hired someone to follow me around, carrying all my things. Which was not accounted for in my budget.
Instead, I caved to technology. It was time to buy a Kindle.
That’s one of the best decisions I made last year (I’m a nerd, so yes, it qualifies). Reading is a huge passion of mine, and reading on a Kindle has added a valuable layer to it. Why, you might ask? Well, here’s why!