It’s been a week since i was back from australia. Once my friend asked me why was i happy to be back home? why did i call my home as HOME? what made this place be called home?
For me home is a place where people i love and who love me are there; a place that will always familiar and no matter how far i go or how long i have left, i will always have it in mind, long for it, and believe that one day i will be back there and be safe again
No matter how comfortable australia is, indonesia is my home. jakarta is a place where i was born and raised, a city full of life time memories. This hectic and full of congestion city is part of me, my life. Six months was not a long time, but i missed home sometimes. And now i am happy to be back home again