This Very One Place

I once dislike this very one place. Not hate, just a glimpse of uncool vibe. A constant failure happens every time I tried to see the other side that honestly keeps thousand of beautiful matters. Somehow, the flaws are just good enough to cover the beauty all up, thus it makes harder to love. Very often the blame goes down to the history, leaving this acres of islands on the on going developing title. Comparing to the other near/far neighbors, this place is still behind. Though I won't lose the faith that this place is going somewhere better. This very one place called my hometown. My own hometown.

Jakarta, Indonesia. You may have heard it somewhere on the news. Indonesia itself is a tropical island with summer season all year long. Mostly known with the sophisticated cultures and the natural disaster. Jakarta however, is the capital city of Indonesia; already been contaminated with common city culture, just like any other big cities but still with a little touch of Indonesian style. Tall skyscrapers and all-time traffic. Not to mention the countless cars due to the improper quality of the public transportation. This is where I grew up and sew most of memories. On the other hand, I find such a delightful salvation somewhere in the land of far far away. Flawless accent and skin. and bone structure. and cultures. You name it. End of story.

The last line, bring you the next paragraph, this is the reason why I had the idea of writing such a topic; hometown. I went for a little vacation last week, short trip to a country full of strangers along with different language. No matter how helpful English is, still my mother language is Indonesian. Being five days somewhere unfamiliar, makes me feel nothing more grateful for having a hometown, regardless to the flaws. Because it has been eighteen years of relationship, I feel like I own this place. I have grown such a connection, involuntarily. I know the streets. I know the people. Friends, big family, acquaintance, everyone. Awesome people in my life. Being very advance in terms of speaking the language. et cetera. Having the owning vibe, takes a lot of years, you see.

To be concluded, although my heart is attached to the other far far away land, there always be one essential part of my heart that will always belongs to this very one place. It probably needs another 18 years to assured me the far far away land as my hometown.

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