So when I was travelling, I gave the advice not to fuck with reps. Now I can’t speak for everyone, and some people may just want to sleep their way through the Asian travel community, but I now have a new appreciation for long-termers in Asia who just want to find love.

Imagine having a perfect life – living in a beautiful country, having a great job that you love, and an amazing group of friends, but missing just one thing. Someone to wake up next to every morning, someone to love you unconditionally, and someone to experience everything with. Living in Bali, I have been asked many times if it’s lonely, and it can be.

Bali’s primary source of income is the travel and tourism industry, which means that most people you’ll meet are here on holiday and they will leave. As beautiful as the country is, not everyone wants to settle down in a third-world country. Which is surprising to me, given that massages cost less than $15, you live in a stunning part of the world, and you can get a meal for less than $3.

However, finding someone has proven to be extremely difficult. Maybe that’s why I’ve started falling hard and fast. After spending a few days with someone, getting to know them, and learning how to sleep together in the same bed, it’s awful when they leave. Over the past few months, I’ve fallen for guys many times, but as with every fairy tale, there’s a beginning, a middle and an end. And each time, it feels like someone is chipping away at your heart.

It’s not like you can pack up your life and move for someone you’ve only known for a week. And you can’t expect them to do the same. So here’s the burning question – is living in paradise worth potentially missing out on the love of your life?