I Dont Have The Heart

As days goes by, 

my time to leave Melbourne comes closer.

The willingness to leave and start a life back in Indonesia comes from me alone.

But I dare say it out loud,

'I don't have the heart to leave'

Melbourne has become my second home, the house Im living in feels like home.

2 years memories of good things and bad things.

I cried over simple things now.

I cried over the sand bear that me and my friend made on Chelsea Beach.

I cried over my cell group's togetherness.

I cried over this house. I cant imagine the time I have to say, 'Bye bye house..'

I will miss Melbourne.

I will miss the people inside.

I will miss those angers over late trains. 

I will miss those times running for buses. 

Maybe I will also miss the strong windy days.

Maybe I will miss having the electric blanket under my fitted sheet during winter.

Maybe I will miss the taste of Nutella. 

Everything wont be same ever again.

But one thing I know, God will guide me.

I put my everything on God. 

I dont know what to do, but God knows, so I'll let HIM lead me.

That's the only assurance I have over my uncertain life.