My list of moving essentials is growing.
I need a bathing suit for my tentative weekend trip to Bali. I'm aware of how obnoxious that may sound. Let me start by saying I'm not a weekend-in-Bali-jetsetting kind of girl. Reality has never been so extravagant. But Portland friends are visiting Southeast Asia this June, and I've agreed to meet them wherever they land, for one weekend. Bali cast its net and drew them in. So, unless the human rights org I'll be working for has other plans for me that weekend, I intend to go to Bali, bathing suit and beachball in tow.
My daydreams of beach lazing and bathing suits always resemble these images: leisurely glamour and bright smiles.