It has been a year since I stepped my feet on Seattle for the first time. My feeling is overwhelmed.
One year has been filled by so much wonderful things!!!!
I felt when I first came that this is my place. This place is belonged to me. I love my hostfamily, friends in church for both Indonesian and native community. I have friends and people who could be crazy with.
Nevertheless, there is a time that I miss my friends or people who I knew at Indonesia. I know that I had spent 18 years with them so it is not mistaken if they knew me well.
There are 4 people who knew me very well.
They are people who I can express my self genuinely (for some parts)
My father is the first person who knows me ver very well... he just knows what I neeed... Just a simple hug is something that I needed sometimes. He provided that even though I didn't tell anything.
My mother is the second person who also knows me hahahaha.. of course..
she knows what I like or what I don't. What is good for me or not. Both are perfect parents for me.
The third person is Retty. Even though we are mostly 20 years apart; however, she and me were just like best friend!!!!! I can share anything with her. My crazy thoughts, craazy feelings, or share about guys!!!! ahahahahahah... and she was my friend to hang out with.
Lastly, Maneng, my mother's aunty. Even though she and me hadn't had a deep conversation about life or some stuff like that, but she was an excelent nanny for me. She picked me up from school or piano course or ballet course or anything else for many many years!!!! She was also knew what I like or not...
wuaaaaaaaaaa
I miss them sooooo much....
soooooooo mucccccch
today is one of the days that I am being sooooo sesitive and vulnerable...
hehehehehhehe
you know lah... this is a confession of a student who goes abroad...
All in all... I am still glad that I am here
because....
that's the way I grow...
Thank you Lord...
thank you....
