Monday, April 21, 2014

Home

The thing is ... I don't know where my home is anymore. Whenever I have to return to the Netherlands, I feel a bit anxious. I miss being with my family or hang out with my colleagues in ITB. On the other hand, I also miss my life in Eindhoven where I can be who ever I want to be without worry what people may think of me. I miss my friends, library, sport centrum and the office. Things that I cannot get in Indonesia. But I also miss being involve in something. So I don't know ...

I think I am a bit lost ... I am not sure where I want to be or on the opposite, I know that I want to have a career in Indonesia since it enables me to be entangled with a community but being here and there is difficult.
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