Though my parent’s house is not really big, but it is the most comfy place for me. My room is too nice. I am surrounded with people who love me and whom I love most that’s why I don’t want to leave these people, I don’t want to leave this place.
It has been already about ten times I visited home and go back to Jakarta, it has been more than 5 years I lived in Jakarta/Depok, but Jakarta never feels like home. Every time I need to leave home, I always weep with tears.And now I sob because tomorrow I need to go to that big city again.
Again, I need to learn that the most comfortable place is in God. I need to keep in faith that He takes care of me and my family although my family and I are in different city.