The Eight Days That Quietly Changed My Life
There are trips you take for photos. And there are trips that rearrange your inner world without asking for permission. In my mid-twenties, I flew to Bali, in Indonesia, thinking I needed a break. I was living in Australia - structured, organized, rule-driven - a country that works beautifully, but sometimes feels tightly measured. I didn’t realize that what I was really craving wasn’t rest. It was freedom. What followed were eight days that felt longer than months. Eight days that stretched...