I am going.
Read a tweet today, that said going through your friend’s writing bring memories back to life. And to life it is. Night is all about reflection. Since #galau is in the air, I’d like to participate. This time, it’s all about moving and memories.
Leaving does kinda sucks (excuse my freedom of expression in language there). Having spent my whole life in this place, I knew there has to be something about leaving it. I often thought about the “new turf”. The air that I breathe, is it gonna be the same? The people I meet, will they be welcoming? The bed that I sleep on, can I feel as comfortable? And it goes on and on and on.. I did it so many times that I know it’s not the problem. I was just afraid of leaving. Guess the baby’s not really ready to let his blanket go, huh? 😉
I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
There were dozens of bad things that I hoped hadn’t happened, just as much as things I’m always thankful for. All that happened here, good or bad, they made me who I am. As it turns out, they are the reason I must go. What good has it been, if I stop now? Deep down I know, I leave to return another day..when I’m better, and ready to make the place better. 🙂
You leave home, you move on
And do the best you can
I will surely miss these tropical winds, the comfy bed, the warmth of home, the wonderful people, and the things I may never be able to mention one by one.
Yes, Kenjeran looks much better in that picture. And even better because I (can say that I) was there. I think I want to especially thank the people who hated, mocked, and pushed me back in the schooldays. The good ones have enriched me with positivity. But you introduced me to the other side, one that I was so terrified of. It was so bad that I swore I would never do the same, that I should do otherwise: be better for me and people around me. And here I am.
If I could walk around, I swear I will leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
They say it’s a new chapter we all have to go through. Some of you readers might have been through this, some may just about to do it too. Let’s turn the page, but let’s not leave the book behind. My hopes are so high for the journey, and so..allow me to take you all with me. Be the strength I will need!
Love you mom and dad. Love you grandpa. Love you fellas. Love you educators. Love you Surabaya. So long..