It's sad that we (Stefy and I) have to head back to Holland next Friday (22 Jan).
We have spent more or less 5-6 weeks in Indonesia. We have done a lot of things, from work to fun, from meet up some friends to family gathering. We have had lots and lots of joy and blessing here! We thank God for that!
Some people may cheer that they are going back to Holland, the land of freedom - the land where Euro is the currency, where the people do not bother who you are and what you do, where discrimination is none, where you can do whatever you want to do.
For me, Holland is a second home - a position that couldn't ever be replaced whatsoever. Hence the result it is really sad to go back to the second home and leaving the first one.
For us, Holland is a land where opportunities and challenges exist abundantly. However, we regretfully have to admit that life is extremely boring in Holland. Life consists of morning, afternoon and evening - divided in to sections that everyone has to be part of. Bread for breakfast and lunch, warm meal for dinner. Coffee time twice a day. Going out to club or cafe every weekend. And all set rules that most people follow.
We cannot fit in these set rules. Sometimes we love fried chicken and rice for breakfast. We wish we could enjoy instant noodle with fried eggs for lunch. and we eat rice twice or three times a day. We love to go to food stalls late in the evening. We wish we could find old man selling a bowl of porridge in the morning. We miss busy/crowded morning. I particularly miss the sound of adzan in the evening or early morning (maybe it's because I had lived in Aceh for a while).
Ah,.. those small things that make us always want to go home.
The most important reason why Holland can never be my first home is because of my little sister.
It is terribly sad that once again, I have to say goodbye to her, wishing her good luck and telling her to be good mommy's daughter.
My friends in Holland, I'll be home soon.
We have spent more or less 5-6 weeks in Indonesia. We have done a lot of things, from work to fun, from meet up some friends to family gathering. We have had lots and lots of joy and blessing here! We thank God for that!
Some people may cheer that they are going back to Holland, the land of freedom - the land where Euro is the currency, where the people do not bother who you are and what you do, where discrimination is none, where you can do whatever you want to do.
For me, Holland is a second home - a position that couldn't ever be replaced whatsoever. Hence the result it is really sad to go back to the second home and leaving the first one.
For us, Holland is a land where opportunities and challenges exist abundantly. However, we regretfully have to admit that life is extremely boring in Holland. Life consists of morning, afternoon and evening - divided in to sections that everyone has to be part of. Bread for breakfast and lunch, warm meal for dinner. Coffee time twice a day. Going out to club or cafe every weekend. And all set rules that most people follow.
We cannot fit in these set rules. Sometimes we love fried chicken and rice for breakfast. We wish we could enjoy instant noodle with fried eggs for lunch. and we eat rice twice or three times a day. We love to go to food stalls late in the evening. We wish we could find old man selling a bowl of porridge in the morning. We miss busy/crowded morning. I particularly miss the sound of adzan in the evening or early morning (maybe it's because I had lived in Aceh for a while).
Ah,.. those small things that make us always want to go home.
The most important reason why Holland can never be my first home is because of my little sister.
It is terribly sad that once again, I have to say goodbye to her, wishing her good luck and telling her to be good mommy's daughter.
My friends in Holland, I'll be home soon.
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