I became a tourist in my own country the other day. Just because I could. Just because I’ve never done it before. And also because my Indonesian relatives were over, and I was trying to show them around the city, even though I didn’t know much of Sydney myself. Living near the city keeps me busy and my mind becomes occupied with the constant rotation of work, uni, and soccer. So...
You’ll see, my mind wanders during the late hours of the night. It is surprising to me, and to some others, that I’m happy. Not the usual mostly-down-with-the-occasional-high self that I am so very familiar with. Lately, I have gained the motivation to try new things, and to work towards goals, and to just try, in general. And when I’m alone, I don’t think sad thoughts like...