Bali offering

 

You can imagine how often people reference Elizabeth Gilbert’s quintessential tale of self-discovery in my presence.

 

Single white female flees to Costa Rica to find herself, develops a yoga practice, becomes a writer, and never comes back.

 

A likely story.

 

Ubud rice terrace

 

Indeed I have eaten my way across the globe, from devouring fried street noodles in Thailand to sipping harira in Morocco during Ramadan to cleansing with a coconut water fast in the South Caribbean and sampling every variety of spring roll in Vietnam. I definitely know how to eat.

 

uluwatu temple

 

Prayer materialized in my travels through yoga. I overzealously took classes two to three times daily during the rainy season in Puerto Viejo, immersed myself in a meditation center in Cambodia, taught backpackers asana on a hostel rooftop in a party town in Colombia, saw clearly with my eyes closed in a dance meditation in Chiang Mai, and chanted naked in the dirt inside of an Indian Sweat lodge in the Caribbean jungle.

 

ubud bali

 

But on this two-year journey across the world

I evaded the most important element of any good story:

Love.

 

Balangan Bali

 

In the past I even likened myself to an island. Whole, complete, sustained, protected, distant, isolated, alone.

 

While for the better part of my life I wore my heart on my sleeve, on the road I kept it tucked inside of a money belt.

 

That is, until recently.

 

ubud ikat

 

You may remember my romantic episode that took place in Chiang Mai. When I left Thailand for Cambodia and he continued on to Malaysia, I wondered how things might have unfolded if only I let my walls down.

 

Balangan

 

Weeks later at a yoga retreat in Sihanoukville, I meditated on my past pain that caused me to build these walls in the first place. I envisioned a life where these barriers did not exist; where the stories of my past no longer influenced my present. In that life, free from my fear of being hurt again, I imagined myself doing something that to me felt really brave: leading with my heart.

 

ubud

 

I decided to do exactly that.

 

I left the center, I got more passport pages in Phnom Penh, and I flew a few days later to meet him in Bali.

 

Ubud

 

So fittingly, poetically, and full of cliché

I came to Bali

for love.

 

ubud rice terrace

 

Yes, you heard me right.

 

The “fearless”, independent, solo traveler

changed her plans

left Cambodia

skipped over the Thai Islands

spent only three hours in Malaysia

and flew to Bali

for a guy.

 

uluwatu

 

I figured Ankor Wat would always be there.

He, on the other hand, would not.

 

bali hindu offerings

 

This time, certain I didn’t want to have regrets

I opened myself.

I no longer rejected his attention or affection.

I allowed him into my heart.

 

bali

 

But I did not find love.

 

Instead I felt trapped in a disturbingly familiar, insecure place. One that reminded me of the near numbing pain I experienced for three years in a relationship with someone severely ill suited to me.

 

ubud procession

 

So a few days later

when he left for the next chapter of his journey

I felt so relieved.

 

Free from my quest for love

back on my safe little island

and boy did that feel good.

 

uluwatu

 

Then, despite my best efforts, regret crept in.

 

Rain hailed furiously all over Indonesia; I arrived at the peak of the rainy season.

My financial situation became dire as every editorial department in the Western world shut down for the holidays.

Negative comments on the blog left me questioning my mission, my authenticity, and my character.

 

ubud

 

Leaving Cambodia seemed a blaring misstep.

 

The consequences of coming to Bali before exploring the rest of Cambodia and Thailand flooded me with guilt.

I wanted to share so much more of those countries with you.

I was no longer certain if I could afford to go back.

I believed that I failed you.

 

ubud rice terrace

 

By the time I reached Ubud on Christmas Eve, disappointed in myself and my blog, longing for a man who I already knew was wrong for me, I contracted a flu that knocked me off my feet. I saw how far I drifted from self-care and the costs I incurred as a result.

 

ubud

 

Finally then, delirious with a fever, my love story began.

 

balangan

 

Because laying in a bathtub, sweating and aching on Christmas day, I remembered for the first time since landing in Vietnam three months ago what this journey was actually about.

 

bali offering

 

This is not just a trip through Southeast Asia, an extended holiday, or a quest to document the world and share it with my readers.

 

This is my life.

 

uluwatu

 

And I discovered two years ago

when I landed in Costa Rica

where I learned to feel content, happy, and free

that life is first and foremost

about loving yourself.

 

So here starts the chapter of my journey where I go back to doing exactly that.

 

bali

 

Trusting

that the more love I give to my body and my soul

the more I have to give to you

my family my friends

my international communities

and one day the more I have to give the man

who doesn’t dim my light

but who ignites it instead.

 

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In August 2018 I stopped blogging as This American Girl. You can now find me at my new website camillewillemain.com! Hope to see you there xx
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