1, or 2 months later, I try to recount what has occurred over the past few weeks. Trips taken, walking in Amsterdam with F, visiting Anne Frank’s house and gaping into the horror of Holocaust, Salvatore dan espressso-nya setiap hari di Brussels, London with its many restaurants and coldness, and trying to come into terms of Life Ahead.
the weeks that follow; F’s many interviews, gaming in front of the TV, walks at the harbour, lunches with friend, German classes (a language I have learned to fear), birthday surprises. I’ve almost begun to not care about travelling, having grown inward into myself. Cities bore me, and I feel no relation to venture out from this small town, where everything is within proximity, living in a street that has known history for the past 800 years, glancing down once in a while with my beverage of choice, yearning for a life different, but how and why I know not.
F started working this week, now in Finland. He will travel across Europe more than I do, and this I am okay with. Such has been the life for him the past 8 months, and now that things are finally looking up, I am happy for him. And I, prepare for next year, for more subjects, for more group works I am not comfortable with, a graduation speech this Friday, and Loq’s prodding to write for Neon Berapi. tempat tempat pernah berjalan, katanya.
We’ll see.
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