To crave cheese and love soto ayam

As I’m writing this blog I'm sitting on the floor inside my house, it’s almost empty. The big chair I used to sit in while writing this blog is already in my new home. I hear the people praying in the mosque asking to their god to show them the right way. Words gently blow along with the soft breeze that comes from the mountains through the valley.

It’s feels strange to leave this place. My house, my cozy place that turned into home, where I spent my first year in Indonesia. And to pack my live (again) together into some suitcases and to realize that everything just fits into 2 cars.

My first year with joy and laughter, a lot of tears and missing. Times of being amazed and annoyed by the culture. Times of reaching new milestones, making new friends and having precious moments. Times where my faith got stretched a lot till the point I thought I couldn’t handle it anymore. Times where I counted my blessings and felt so rich. Times of dying to my flesh and feeling spiritualy so dry. Times where I felt so close to God and felt so much joy and so blessed. Times where some words got another meaning or I discovered the true meaning. Times of evaluation, making conclusions, new changes and true love, to cry, to forgive and forget, to hate and to love, to grow and to fail, to be homesick and to never leave Indonesia again, to miss hugging and to not wanna be touched, to crave cheese and love soto ayam, to miss the snow and to embrace the hot weather, to be cold when it’s 22 degrees and to get masuk angin when it’s raining, to not gourmet with Chrismas but bbq sate all year long.

But for now it’s time to move into my new house and make it feel like home, for as long as it lasts…till it’s time to move on, cause the next season waits to bear the fruits fertilized with tears, joy and laughter.