to be in love

i walk to my car from the office. drizzling rain poured on top of my head. I smiled while humming to “Bengawan Solo”. Keroncong was my tune, and my happiness flows like the river of love. coming to terms whats to heart and what to not. i heart those who kept on giving me the best creative energy i can get. they feed me endlessly. they hug me. they care. like a keroncong tune. it goes up and down like waves.

since i haven’t managed to post my final days of jakarta trip, i’d like to share what i wrote as a conclusion.

“this journey has been nothing but exciting new discoveries and self appreciation. we breathed jazz and washed our eyes with reality. found new perspectives, firming existing beliefs.

engaging conversations with taksi drivers, security guards and hawkers. one thing i embraced myself to be. ADAPTABLE.

you don’t search sense of belonging if you learn to provide others with it. and finding home is about accommodating others with the warmth of hospitality. i always knew i have this. and i thank my parents fully for raising me in ways that my mind learns how to adapt to new situations and new people.

being in jakarta, i learned that home is my heart that i took everywhere i go.

there i was standing alone dancing like a mad woman to the sound of D’Sound, in the middle of strangers, without my friends, I was at home, smiling, dancing, carefree.

sense of belonging. home. maybe thats what people fail to see and found complexity.”