mungkin terdengar klise, tapi rasanya benar adanya bahwa ketika kamu memulai 'hidup baru' di negeri baru, it's both liberating and suffocating at the same time.
sure, kamu punya segala kesempatan di dunia untuk memulai hidup baru dengan identitas baru, bebas dari identitas lama yang sudah melekat di punggungmu selama ini. you have a unique chance of discovering who you are, and redefining what you are and what you stand for.
tapi kadang-kadang kamu rindu dirimu yang dulu, dan identitas ini hanya bisa diakses oleh kawan-kawan lama dan keluarga, yang sudah mengenalmu jauh sebelum kamu pergi jauh dari rumah. dan sialnya, karena kamu jauh dari rumah, it's not that easy for you to get that access. and that sometimes it's tiring to keep explaining yourself, what you stand for, what made you the way you are, and the language you speak to everyone else you meet in your current life.
and that life goes on-- you have your own story to write, and so does everyone else. and every time you meet and talk to your old friends, you talk about the moments you shared in the past, and you finally find that old version in you again, and you're relieved because they are not gone after all.
