I felt the urge to go there. To look for my biological mother, after hesitating for so many years. In January 2017, I finally decided to fly off to Bali, push myself beyond my comfort zone and meet my family.
After dozens of mails and phone calls, it finally happened, and this is the most humbling, eye opening decision I ever made.
From Denpasar to Borneo, Kupang to Larantuka and Paga, I have been on the most extraordinary journey ever, countless hours of flights, boat crossings, buses and bike rides.
Living with Maria, Andy, Lynda, Lala, Bernadetta and Clarita. Meeting so many cousins, aunts and uncles.
Since then, this very strong sense of belonging, a sense of place is growing within me.