one month

One month ago, I said goodbye to my family in Soekarno-Hatta airport, I was crying. Now, I realize that I still miss my family, I really really really miss my family a lot. I am thinking I can go back to Jakarta and hug my father, laugh with Kaka and Sasa, go to office and eat lunch with my colleagues. It just dream, but I dream it everyday, even I am crying today because I miss my family so much. three years ago, I went to another country, but I didn't feel like I am feeling now. I have difficult time to adaptation now. It's so funny, I have more advantages now than three years ago. I have a lot of friends whose very nice, but it is so difficult to me to hang around. the culture here so different with US and Jakarta, of course. but I just realize that the atmosphere in MN just like in Jakarta. Shop in MN open 24 hours like Jakarta. they have 'crowded culture' like Jakarta. It is very quiet here, right now. I am thanks full to Allah SWT for this opportunity, I have to adjust with the atmosphere here. Allah SWT, please help me, so I can go through and more comfort life in NL. Amin. one month doesn't enough to me to adjust, i have to learn more. one month, then i still have to count 11 month again...Allah SWT, please give Your kindness and Your mercy to hold and hug me. Amin

study again

Long life learner. Human is long life learner, right? always learn something new, every time and everyday. I am study again. I almost forget how to study, but I try to study hard. Every day is a new adventure, try to learn and find another road to back to my dormitory. I don't know about my new life here. I live in Groningen now, far away from my family to study a new thing. Five years ago, I dreamt this adventure. Now, it is another person dream. I already falling in love with other skills. I forget about the adventure to study again in this 'field' even to this university and go to Groningen. Five years ago, I was standing in front of University of Groningen stand to ask how to enter the University... then on 2009, I forgot all of my dream. My life become different, I find my love, my passion. But sometime life doesn't always to be our dream and what we want, but to make some one who we love to be happy, to fulfill our responsibility. So, now, I am stand up to fulfill my parents dream, to study and get master degree, something that I forget five years ago. Maybe my destiny already written five years ago, that I have to go here, in Groningen, even I forgot the dream. I know, it is not my dream anymore, but this is my responsibility to my parents and my office. One day, I believe, I can reach my own dream....to be a good teacher, be therapist for special needs children and build a school for special needs students. Now, I learn a new thing again, and one day, I learn again about special needs students. always learn something new, just like when I still teaching in Tugasku school. Alhamdulillah. Thank you Allah SWT. Amin