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Dear sobat lama,

Sekarang semuanya terasa lebih ringan. Jalan di depanku masih saja tampak tak berujung, tapi kujalani saja, tanpa mencoba menyusuri jejak langkah di belakangku. Menengok ke belakang sih masih, tapi hanya satu dua detik, dan setelah napas panjang, kulanjutkan kembali perjalananku.

Kunikmati setuntasnya perjalanan ini, hal-hal remeh temeh yang ada sehari-hari. Ada sahabat lama yang selalu mensupport-ku, teman-teman sekerja yang membuatku tertawa, teman-teman baru yang banyak membantuku akhir2 ini. Ada pula hiburan-hiburan kecil dan liburan-liburan singkat, yang semuanya membuat hidup terasa lebih ringan.

Tentu saja aku tak luput dari masalah. Belum sempat kuceritakan tentang landlord brengsek dan keputusan mendadakku untuk pindah apartment, $$$ yang melayang karena aku kurang hati-hati, rencana ke depan yang tampaknya harus diubah total, dan daftar panjang yang harus kulakukan dalam tiga bulan ke depan : kursus menyetir, mengurus sim, mencari apartment baru (lagi!), packing dan pindahan (lagi!), meminta permanent employment, dst dst.

Capek, itu pasti. Tapi Alhamdulilah & puji Tuhan semuanya masih dalam kendali. Sekarang giliran kalian, ada cerita apa di seberang sana? Cerita yang lucu-lucu saja, kau tahu, aku sedang anti dengan hal-hal yang serius dan memusingkan, bahkan membaca diskusi penting dan serius di milis pun membuatku malas, like i don't belong there, if you know what i mean ;)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Berjalan bersamaMu Tuhan.
Itu segalanya.
Anonymous said…
tunggu foto-foto dari Sofi & Prana weekend ini ;)
Anonymous said…
beberapa waktu ga ngobrol dgmu...
ternyata banyak yg terjadi denganmu..
tp skrg tampaknya sudah ada titik terang bukan?
you go girl!!!

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