Traveling to Melbourne after Bali felt frivolous.  Not only was the idea expensive, but it's winter in Melbourne and I hate winter.  It also didn't help that after I booked the trip, a few Australian New Yorkers pretty much called me an idiot.  They said I should have picked Sydney.  But despite my hesitation and all of the haters, I traveled down to Melbourne and had the time of my life.  

A year into my quarter-life crisis, something remarkable happened.  My ass wound up in Bali.