My friends and I were talking about changes that happened in our life in this past year (yes, i mean 2020). With all that happened around us, specially during quarantine period, where we have to stay at our room all day everyday.

It came to the moment to She asked me, "how can you survive quarantine in Jakarta? I could not handle it,  that's why i sped up my move back home."

To that question my only answer was because i'm comfortable enough with my self, anywhere.. Quarantine for me is 70% blessing, 30% torture (coz i miss traveling duh lol)..

"I guess the city is never a home for me", she continued..

I forget what i told her after that, but her words baffles me till now. It makes me think, We practically grew up here, since college and work with total almost 10 years here, how could this place is not a home for her? 

Because it is home for me, i guess.. Well, this city really is a city for an ambitious dreamer like me, it offers me hope, story, a place i can make a meaning for my self.. I still.. I don't know how to continue..

May be as i grow older wiser, i can complete this thought.

Let's end it here. See ya..