Seasons change

As the day passed by, I’m sitting outside in candle light watching the cloud filled sky. The crickets are filling the sky with their sound. People are chattering, someone is playing the guitar, hundreds of  houses are shining their little lights in the valley, dogs are barking, cats fighting their territory. I’m home…

It was interesting to discover today that live went on while I was in Holland, but some things are still the same. Like the little lizard that lives in my garbage bin, and the ants still walking the same route through my house every day. Things like finding out there was  no water in the entire kampong today.

And the neighbor with her little warung in the street still sells her Bakso (famous meetbal with mie soup) everyday, the ojeg (motortaxi)drivers are still sitting at the entrance of the kampung, waiting and joking around. And everybody is smiling and asking: how are you doing, where do you wanna go, what did you do? Their way of saying hello while their squatting on their knees in the front of the houses or sweeping the floor at the front door in the hot and burning sun. Even it looks the same, the season is changed, as in nature, as in my live. Raining season is over.

And even though the program of the day looks the same, going back to school and learning about language and culture. I’m changed, a new season is waiting, and I’m looking forward to see what it will bring.