i miss'em effing much
first time i stepped my feet in sydney international airport, i secretly whispered,
"gosh. im alone. could i just turn my shoulder, get in the plane again, and fly back to jakarta?"
it would cost me lots of money :( so i decided to keep walking.
first week in sydney, i felt like i was a total stranger. an outsider. i trembled as the wind stroke my face when i was waiting for the train. and when i looked around, i saw couples of scarily skinny high-school girls wore their netball uniforms, t-shirt and shortpants. were not trembled at all. geez. i wouldnt let you know how many scarfs i was wearing! hello, it was winter, darling.
i completely missed my hometown. my local language. my beloved ones. my indigenous food.
second week in sydney, i got better and better. i spent my time frowning and listening carefully to what my japanesse friend said. it seemed like we studied diffrent kind of english. lol :P i went to classes, slept during lectures, gossiped with mexican guy i liked, and ate tons of hungry jacks :D
on my third week, i was in love with sydney. i didnt get lost anymore yeeehaww. i was able to take the right train :) speaking english wasnt my problem anymore.. i often went out alone and got home without even nagging my hostparents to pick me up on the train station.
just in time when i stopped complaining about the food there and refused to leave sydney, i had to go back to indonesia. how cruel life was :'(
i miss them. as fuck.
i miss the time when i was alone waiting for the train. freezing in the cold night. walking 25mins long from home to the station. criticizing fabrizio who was extremely aggravating. eating pancakes with barrenjoey classmates when we went on colony tour. taking too much dorritos and noodles and skittles in woolworths. went to townhall and paddys. matchmaking grace and jefry with luis. had a chat with pony. spent all night long cooking noodles with erin. smelling ali's cuppycake bodyspray. buying applepies. playing badminton at 9pm with andrew and nearly killed myself bcos it was fucking cold. splashed the cash on george st. having porkribs in bondi. got stuck with grammar and stuff during class. and etc etc etc.
i hugged my classmates, didnt want to release them :(
i waved goodbye to erin and pony when they took me to the airport.
i turned my back, headed forward, then cried.
i did cry when they couldnt see me anymore.
i kept crying..
checked in.. walked on the path.. pulled my luggage.. queued to get in the plane..
i kept crying..
sat on the plane.. listened to the instruction.. got my hot towel from SQ.. read goodbye texts from my pals.. wondered what they re doing right now..
i couldnt stop crying.
then, the filght attendant noticed my tears and asked me,
"are you okay, miss? is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"
...
"yeah of course! so much things you can do. find me an accomodation and give me some more money so i can extend in sydney. tell my parents to tolerate me.. and last one, book me a flight back to indonesia nxt month.. thankyouu"
of course i said it only in my heart.
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