Gw kira rasanya akan sama aja. Ada rasa kangen ya wajar karena jauh dari tempat yang selama ini kita sebut familiar. Tapi ternyata ada rasa rindu yang pukulannya berbeda. Di kasus gw, gw cuma kenal satu orang Indonesia. Beliau bilang kalau mau temen jalan-jalan bisa lah berkabar biar jalan bareng. Tapi karena gw ada kerja dari senin-jumat, sedangkan beliau nggak, jadinya waktu kami seringkali nggak pas. Sedangkan di akhir pekan, gw habiskan bersama suami. Bulan pertama masih terasa integrasi. Berusaha mengenal supermarket mana yang jual apa. Cari ini itu di mana. Menghafal jalur transportasi umum. Mengenal, membaca dan memahami nama daerah atau tempat dari huruf cyrilic-nya untuk sekedar "kalau nyasar, bisa kasih tau suami lagi ada di mana" karena seringkali online maps dihambat pemerintah. Bulan kedua sudah mulai mengenal banyak hal. Sudah punya kartu atm untuk pembayaran. Visa panjang juga sudah di tangan. Mulai berhati-hati dengan banyak hal, mana yang boleh mana ya...
When I was child, I always said that one of my hobbies is writing. I don’t really get what does it mean actually. I just think that if I say my hobby is writing, it sounds so cool. Like an author, writer, or whatever. I don’t realize it, that writing is my hobby. I like to write. I like to write since I was maybe in high school. Just write something that I really want to write. Most of them are what I want to get, like a short term plan. Since I was in college and had my own Sammy (my laptop), it makes me regularly write. Write about something that I saw before, something that suddenly came up in my mind, about things. I write lots. Usually I write and just save it in Sammy. But since 2012 I write and publish in my own blog. I don’t care if no one read my articles. I just love to write. Mostly write about social things or something I’ve done before and just want to share in blog. I never write poems, because I don’t know how to make it and I don’t have good sense of it. So, ...