Last November, I finally went home after 2,5 years. The longest time.
I've always been that person who miss home everyday. Is it safe to say every second? Haha.
Genuinely, I planned to be there at home only for one week after my cousin's wedding, which end up 3 weeks.
Now that I am back to Jakarta. It's been 1 week.
I don't know what but I felt something missing when I went home.
It's just so different, - i hate to say this - in a bad way. My body was at home but my soul was in Jakarta, in my room.
Probably because I didn't really come home, not living at our 'home'. 3 weeks I were there, we never slept at home. We lived at our shop. It's our house too, i just don't get attached to it i think. It didn't feel like 'home'.
You know what I mean.
I thought that feeling happened just for early days but no.. it was still there even until I got into plane to Jakarta. It's weird.
I didn't get sad like I used to everytime I went home. Not in a second I got it this time. I am glad.
I also *finally* touched and played keyboard at home. 24 years..I never played our keyboard. I love it. With a little theory I got in mind - thanks internet! - I looked for it years ago when I downloaded a piano app on my tablet, it's limited keys-- I can play basic now. I am proud to say I am a beginner. Yay!
My impulsive self really made an order to buy a keyboard after I arrived at room in Jakarta. My first keyboard, I love her so far. I named her, Raelee. It's an entry level keyboard by Yamaha. Sst don't tell my parents! 😂 -- even though i bought her with my own money.
Ah..
I planned to back home this Christmas too. My dad told me to go home too. I don't know, holiday season is crazy. But I've already missed 6 Christmas and New Years with my family.
What the.. haha.
Maybe.. this time it'll change to how it used to be.
The feeling.
Home.
Homey.
