If you mention a name of one interesting activity, or hobby, or anything that can make you forget the world for awhile, for me, it's traveling.
I love traveling just like Indonesian love rice. I love traveling just like Palembang people love pempek.
LiteralIy, i breath traveling.
But, it's couple years ago.
Now, it's gone. Just like carbon dioxide every time i exhale.
Days ago, my friends ask me for a trip. One for abroad, one for outer island, one for beach, and one for mountain. Even my girl ask me for a trip to another province.
But, i don't give interest at all.
I don't know, just some part of my soul is missing. My passion for traveling has gone. Just as my age rises.
I had gone to another country, ride magnificent local train, talk with strangers, or just sitting around watching all local foreigners behaviour, accompanied by a cup of coffee.
It was amazing. It's awesome. It's unforgettable moment of my life.
But for me, right now, if i have some money, and spare times, all i want to do is going back home. To my homeland. Where my family is. Where i can talk anything with my father and mother. Where i can play along with my nephew. Where i miss my old me. My old time.
Home. I miss you.
