I hate goodbyes and never ever good at it.
oh well, who doesn't?
oh well, who doesn't?
alone at bedroom, I packed my stuff accompanied by ipod. humming and still felt nothing but thrilled about moving in to Bandung. I just realized that there were so many things in my bedroom. felt like my stuffs suddenly multiplied it self as I sorted and packed it one by one. maybe emptying my bedroom would take a lifetime.
my little discovery journey at my own bedroom ended up finding memorable stuff since I was in elementary school. how funny it was, reading on my own doodles and felt weird with my own self in the past. I just found out that I often fell in love, had broken heart, made friend, had a fight with best friends, and other typical teenager dramas. I gave in, I gave up, I moved on, I forgot, back to I gave in again. pretty much circle of love life. then, with no idea why I decided to do that, I put all the memorable doodles and papers in one box, started to tear it apart one by one, and dumped it just like that. yeah, after all these years I saved those things in the corner, I dumped it all. just. like. that.
and what did I feel? relief.
until suddenly the shuffle ipod played 'Leaving on a Jet plane', I was frozen and frostbitten sitting in the middle of the bedroom. the feeling of leaving people and things came up and filled up my mind. not try to exaggerate things, but it was really hard for me to bare the joyless and tears to came up again. things would never be the same again. not in junior high, or high school anymore. Leaving me with million memories, bad ones and good ones, lovable ones and memorable ones, everything was blended and it turned me into a crying baby.
friends, family, lovable people, even people who hates me,
See you again in future. have a great life up there. I am definitely gonna miss everything, everyone, every seconds.
this is not a farewell, so please
say See You instead of a good bye
say See You instead of a good bye
