And now I am sitting on the floor in my room, in Bali, thinking how this island conveys so much memories for me. From childhood to adulthood. How I watched the leaves turning and the grasses dancing in the morning. The feeling that fills me while sitting on the top of an abandoned building, safe from curious eyes, watching the sky shifting from cerulean to ashes and twilight colors. Turning one page to another. I looked at the window from the plane that brought me back here 2 days ago. Right before we landed. Sometimes I wish I could see the big picture like that. Moving is one thing, and transition is another. Everything's packed. I am entering a new chapter in my life.