It is my weekly routine to leave Semarang to my hometown. Ever since my mom passed away, I tell myself to see my home whenever I can
It has been quite busy when I have gone my college life through. It is a struggle just to take bus every weekend and get back to college on the following Monday.
It took about 2 or more hours to get back to home. I can manage to go at noon. However, when I still have things to do, I go after the sun sets.
Since I do not bring my own vehicle, I take buses everytime It is nearly 3 years since I started my college life and I always, always go by bus
After spending my weekend, I'll get back by Monday morning. I have class at 7, so I depart at 4 early in the morning. Literally.
Going through those Monday mornings, my Dad is the one who always takes me to the bus stop.
This is really tiring
but at least I could know how my family have been all along the week. I think that is the most important.
Not many people can go home as often as I am. It maybe take a year before they get a chance to go home for a week. Other people may need more.
Even there are those who are lost and cannot find their way home.
I am very grateful for that, and indeed I do and will do my routine. I never know whether, after this, I will go farther from home. So I better go home often before I can't.
And as long as I am able to make it, I will escape from the crowd city to a peaceful green country 2 hours away. Indeed, to a place I know I can put my burden off for a while where I could feel safe with my loved ones.
"And I found truth from the people I barely know But my heart still beats for my home and my English rose"
English Rose, Ed Sheeran
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