in two months i’ll be leaving everything. my home, my family, the city i’ve been living in since i was born, the coffeeshops where my friends and i spent hours talking in, the heavenly bookshops where i escaped hectic days in, batagor, keripik lada… i fear homesickness. i fear choking in tears when my mom calls just to see how i’m doing. i fear leaving my whole homy heart in Bandung. sucha baby.
but i know i will fall into a new part of loving arms. love is like oil that greases things and make them go more smoothly. well at least that’s what i expect from my ability to adapt. i seriously suck at it. i can see myself trip and fall, drop things, laugh desperately… awkward girl that keeps fixing the position of her glasses. yeah i know i’ll be just fine. my bandit keeps telling me that. besides, what could be more excellent than staying close to one of the people i love the most? no more hundreds of text-messages in a day, no more long distance phone calls, no more rushing to catch evening trains… this is one of the cases to learn about ‘lose some, gain some’.
in all seriousness, though. i know i am blessed with this chance.