Saturday, November 30, 2019

Expat

I never imagine that someday I am going to be an expat. But now, here I am, being one, and love being one. When I returned to Indonesia several years ago, I thought I was going to settle down, raised a family, got a stable job and stayed in one particular place. None of the plan worked out, so here I am on the road again, not knowing where I am going to be for the coming years. 

Am I worry? Somehow, I already pass that question. I am open to what life throw at me, while trying to be grateful to whatever I have. I have stopped the what-if game long time ago, although I somehow keep making a big decision after I end my relationship with someone. The thing about place is that it gives you trace of memories. The best cure for me is to move to another place, meet new persons and kind of re-finding what I want in life.

While I am wondering what makes the people in the hiring process chose me, I am grateful to get the job. Sometimes, moving places mean you have to negotiate your comfort zone to fit in. But in this new position, I feel I can be who I am. The chemistry is great as well, I love the whole group and how we kind of try to always protect each other. Days in the office feel like a blink since it fills with laughter and fun. 

A Letter to Papa

Dear Papa, It should be your 73rd birthday on the third of January. I could only send you Al-Fatihah and pray that Allah SWT always protect ...