Five weeks ago I remember feeling swamped by time, almost to the point of drowning to never return to what I knew to be familiar. But that's enough of melodramatic language. I'll save that for Lit. this year.
While I was in Indonesia, I kept a journal and wrote everday, so I'm going to type up my last entry, as it sort of sums up the experience- maybe.
Departure
So this is weird; to write my final entry for this journal using a different pen to all my other entries, on a plane bumping along a runway, eager to hit the sky. It's incredibly sad leaving everyone behind. I'll miss them all, and want to see them again someday, but I realise this is of course unrealistic- even to see one of them again is rather a stretch from *perhaps* reality. I haven't cried yet, but I'm sure there's fountains of tears just waiting for a time to shine. I regret unfinished moments with people. I regret not apologising more profusely and being more aggressively grateful. But I am honestly completely and utterly so grateful for this incredible experience and I'll miss each and every friend made along the way- 7 of which I hope to continue to see. At school, that is, as we've all grown so much closer through this trip and I love that we've all come from different "cliques" but have still managed to become almost like a family. I miss Nicky, Riban, Hanna Brata, Dudu, Karin, Miranthi, Mira, Rubiks, Nur, Dessy, Anna, Ratih, Bunga, Citra, Berlei, Maya, Yoga, Sef, Brahm (even Brahm!), Anggi, Johannes...RAYMOND!, Prima, Alfath, "Chinese Pig", Siti, Bella, Wira, my entire X.6 class, Diah, Tarka and lots more. Aduh. Sedih sekali.
I think it's fair to say, or even needless to say, that this has been the best summer yet.
(By the end of this entry, I was crying. I'm not understanding all these crying episodes. Since when did my life get so emotion inducing?)
I thought that picture was cute. The guy on my left is Riban, and next to Deborah is Alfath. They were best friends, mayhaps, and Alfath had such a thing for Deborah. But hey, most all guys at Krida did. Except Riban. He's mine;)
I'm having such Indonesia withdrawals and it's Terrible. With a Capital T.
Anyway, that's all. I did a lot of stuff and met a lot of people and felt confused a lot of the time. It was fun, and I'm so glad I went.
xx
By the way, the title is a Backstreet Boys' reference. I hope people got that.
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