
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.