I started it, finally.
After (not) long dream in the end I set myself out of my homecountry. There I left valuable people behind. A mix of feelings, emotional the most suitable word to describe it.
It has been three weeks already. I still have another week before my Thailand tourist visa runs out, yet still have no idea where to head to next. It is good to be outside of the shell tho sometime feel a bit awkward when I can text friend to meet up or talk. Distance. Lonely when I cant use my language, gruesome when people mistake me not as an Indonesian. I reached the point "it is no fun if you think I am Thai!"
But on top of all, I realise that for years I never set up goals in life. Note this, my life is so easy for some past years, get stuck in my comfort zone. Once I stepped out of that comfort zone, as wishing "let the time shows me the way", I notice how stupid I am to make decision without setting up a goal before hand.
Wandering seems not fun anymore. Well I still have a week to decide what to do and life to the fullest for the remaining days.
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