Dear

I’ve never liked the idea of counting time, except maybe when I’m exercising, or cooking, and waiting for the breaks to come. Counting days, weeks, months, and years horrifies me the most. Sometimes, I just want to forget what date today is, what month today is, what time it is now, only so that I can enjoy whatever I am doing now without realizing that I will be going back home, soon. Dear oh dear, it is April already. Without counting it, I know that I will be in the plane heading back to Indonesia in two and a half months. Dear oh dear, Sitka is just too small to not be loved.

Dear 15 minutes-walk to school and 20 minutes-walk back home,

Dear sitting on the hallway with others for lunch because we’re just too cool to sit in the commons,

Dear seven periods Mondays that I love,

Dear second’s semester A day that never gave me homework,

Dear 10 minutes-change after school and 10 minutes-walk to the soccer field,

Dear the swan lake that’s frozen in winter and let me ice skate on it,

Dear, I just can’t write all the things

To be continued

I, am dreaming

I don’t remember ever waking up anymore.

It all started on July 18, 2013. I’ve been dreaming and never woke up since then.

Everyday, since that date, nothing could harm me. Because I, am living in a world of dream. It does not necessarily mean that I’m dead already, or, does it?

The world seems to be on my side since that day. Before that day, my piece of soul always wanders around the world, without me. My piece of soul always dreamed of taking my body with it. I could only dream at that time. When finally, a piece of paper put me asleep for a period of time which I believe will never be enough for me. That piece of paper finally give my soul a chance to take my body away from my old life. That piece of paper, is the one thing that makes me live my life in a dream world. And that piece of paper is my placement for my exchange year. 

Yes. I've been living in this world of dream because I am now starting my new life and at the same time, I'm wrapping up all the dreams that I've been living in this past 9 months and try to put them all in a jar.

to be continued