After a year without a proper break, finally I had it-what Japanese called 卒業旅行 (red: graduation holiday). I was exhausted this one year from the intern, job hunting, seemingly never endless-papers, dissertation, defense, exam…
So many rejections, so many dramas.
Actually, I am in the middle of one month-leave now. I blatantly told my professor that I am going on holiday for real this time, and I will be busy. I don’t want him to expect me to give quick result and analysis on my remaining work. As expected from him, he only laughed while saying “I know.” He’s really like my own father (lol).
So I went home- to my parents’ house in Indonesia- for a month. But my room doesn’t feel like my room anymore, because my brother has been using it every time he and his family visit our parents’ home. I feel like a guest there. I also couldn’t go anywhere in my hometown and I realized that I had been depended on certain someone (that had gone) all this time in my hometown (lol).
My hometown is not my “home” anymore.
After a week of doing nothing in my hometown, I went to Jakarta by train and flew to Belitung Island. I loved its beaches. I loved its coffee. I loved its live music in its cafe. But I couldn’t imagine myself living in this city for longer than a week. Here are some photos I took there.