Leaving on A Jet Plane

I’m leaving.
35 days from now, I will be sipping cappuccino in Starbucks, but thousand miles away from here. The coffee will taste the same, but everything else won’t.

I’m leaving.
35 days from now, I will be typing my blog in an apartment, but thousand miles away from here. I will type the same crap, but the connection will be a lot faster.

I’m leaving.
35 days from now, I will be in a country that is 6 hours different from Jakarta. The land of Mel Gibson’s Braveheart, Harry Potter, men in skirts, bagpipes, tartans, and football mania. I will be able to wear my knee-length boots again.

I’m leaving.
35 days from now, I will be in a city where 10 minutes stuck in a traffic is considered “macet”, where everything can be reached in 10 minutes walk. I will be in a city where I could actually see the bright blue sky and not consistent gray like in Jakarta.

I’m leaving.