The necklace I am wearing is of a wooden turtle. The rope broke the day I received it on Saturday and I haven’t been able to take it off as I am now unable to make it larger around my neck. Oliver’s way of way of telling me I am stuck with him. I never really had a bucket list, just places in the back of my mind that I know I want to see before I die. Bali was one of those places. I had never been to Asia before, and something about the place had always called to me. It called to be subtly, almost as if when it was mentioned the Lily inside my brain said “Yes I think you would like it there.” Only little Lily and me, big Lily, have never even researched it, how could the “I” I speak of know it was somewhere I would like? I met a boy on June 3rd. He had briefly told me he had a flight to Bali for a surf camp in a few months and the voice inside my brain briefly responded that I have always wanted to go. I fell in love with this boy and on September 23rd I was flying to Bali. I spent only five days there each day scootering from one “out of a movie” like place to the next. He had told me he had a surprise place he wanted to take me to but with all the scootering to those out of a movie like places I just mentioned we basically forgot about the surprise. “What do you want to do today?” He asked. It was my last morning, I had only a few hours before my flight home to start this class. “Your surprise,” I said. He looked on the map that the surprise was an hour away and told me I would have to bring my bags with me and leave from there to the airport. He put the destination into my scooter driver’s map and my driver took off. I then had a fleeting thought that maybe it wasn’t the safest idea I had ever carried out. I arrived to the turtle sanctuary, the boy I fell I fell in love with pulling in right behind. The surprise was that we could adopt a turtle and set it free. I named mine Oliver.