A Story of Summer and Winter

To: Summer, from Winter

Hi,

I was wondering who could be the most favorite between us. I know you're beautiful and people look happier with you, I can see it, everyone can see it. But, I was just wondering if they were really happy from the heart or just to follow the situation before the time runs out. Well, maybe that is not really important, there should be no questions about why and how people are happy.

Your warmth, your longer sunshine, your colorful life must be the source of happiness and that makes me, sometimes, want to be you. I know how people walk faster in a cold winter night, I know how they don't want to be outside as the snow begins to fall, I know the only thing they are looking for is the warmth, something that I can never give to them.

-Winter-

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

To: Winter, from Summer

Dear Winter,

People will never be able to choose between us. It's not fair to look only at one side. Well, I might be a bundle of joy for some, but I know there are some other who will always look for you, for your beautiful snowflakes, for the snowman every child wants to build.

You know what makes you even more meaningful? That's the time when people will more appreciate the warmth and togetherness. That's time when people learn that 'this too shall pass' and it's all about time to make everything fine again. You make people learn, don't you realize?

Well, you know what could be the worst thing ever?

Getting your heart broken in summer.

-Summer-

Indonesia

So I'm back again in Germany after spending 1,5 month in Indonesia. I think I'll never be able to describe how it feels to finally step on the land you've been missing for years after a long tiring journey. No, my study has not finished yet, after doing a six month internship in Essen, I still have to go back again to Munich to do my Master's Thesis. I know those stressful and sleepless nights will come soon.

I landed safely in Jakarta with hugs and kisses from my family and friends who picked me up at the airport. I remember how strange it was for me to hear everyone talking in Bahasa at first, I remember how happy I was to finally sleep in my own room again. Everything was real to me.

Home means comfort without effort. I met people whom I've been missing a lot, and the most important thing is knowing that they're all fine and happy (even more happier for those newly-weds couple!). Well, of course I missed a lot of things that happened while I was away: bestfriends' weddings, breakups, new love, career's ups and downs, anything. Many stories to catch up over the drinks and foods we love.

I remember one of my bestfriends (Bruh, if you read this, you know who you are!) just found out that living abroad doesn't make me fancier or something like that, turns out that I'm still the same person who left her country almost 2 years ago, still the same person who prefers Padangnese foods than Western dishes, who still sings Linkin Park and tries screaming so hard in the karaoke session. 

Germany doesn't make me less Indonesian. But if I were asked which country that means a lot to me after my home country, I would answer, yes, it's Germany. 

I was walking powerlessly to the departure gate as I had to go back again leaving Indonesia, but I know I'll be eventually back again.

And that's just all about time. 

F