I totally agree with the prover, "Home is where the heart is".
I got my flyback to home -- Jakarta, baby -- and, yes, it is my home.
I am even still trying to figure this out though. Often, I mock about how hectic, messy and unorganized this smoking hot city can be;
but in the end, when I came back and put my butt on its seat, I felt like I'm ALIVE.
Aside from the fact that my family is here, I really grasp my energy (I mean it, all my fricking energy!) and my mind (huh?) and my... confidence here!
Crazy how my own thought turned against me by myself...
But yeah I am proud to say that my heart belongs to this city, where my family is here.
Well, I dunno what I'll probably say if my family moves to somewhere else, that'd be another case haha
Still enjoying this city for a couple of days left (Thanks for the Easter Day, it means loooong weekend; but not the work, oh crappy crap!)
|National Monument -- Jakarta's remarkable symbol, what's up eh?|
Have a great day, pretty people...