I'm home. Finally, after more than 5 months, I survived. For some people 5 months might be nothing, but for me, 5 months is learning, suffering, friends, sadness, happiness, etc and it means a lot.
When I first arrived at Soekarno-Hatta International Airport, I was looking for my family, afraid that they're not there, but there they were, waiting for me and shaking their hand. I ran to them and hug them. I couldn't hold my tears, I missed them. It's really nice to know that there are some people who love you for whatever you are, whatever you did, you do, and you will do. And you know that they are always there for you everytime. They are, simply, your family.
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Depok, January 11 2011
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