My husband thought that I was so happy about my going to Balikpapan. Well, as always, men thought they know about everything. They not!
What he doesn’t know is I have this struggle in me. Because Balikpapan keeps bad memories as well as the good ones. I remember once I shivered when my planed had landed on Balikpapan. Sometimes I felt I didn’t want to come back there after having my exams in Jakarta. Manytimes I drew pictures to describe my sad feeling which I couldn’t express orally anymore. Sometimes I thought about running away from that place. And the most terrible of all was my body reacted to the situation badly: my hormones structure had changed.
Maybe I should remember the good times too. I had (still have) some good people there. Friends who used to cheer me up and give me strength. People who used to bring smile on my face. And some of them still dwell there. For them I try to collect all good memories. I’m excited to meet them again. This time I make sure they know how grateful I am.