A Thing About Yogyakarta, 2024
Today, the tenth day of the year, I found myself laying in my bed when I finally realized that I should put into words the feelings I have been buried with all this time. I got a work-from-home day today, and it truly is a blessing. I closed all the work-tabs I should finish, and now, at 4.22 pm, I found myself listening to Stacey Ryan’s Fall In Love Alone in my favorite part of my flat - the aesthetic desk that is located just as perfect as the window staring at the blue sky outside. Last night, I tried to write a thing or two, using the google docs’ essay template. I started to write what I called ‘You, Memories’ - sounds cringe though, but I think I might use some of its parts in this writing. Hopefully, just hopefully, I can finally finish this writing and finally post it on my old-dusty-blog. It has been a year and a half since that day. If I could define the state of emotion I am in right now, I am actually okay. I am very grateful for all the things that is currently happen...