When I was a little girl, I heard a lot of stories about far-away lands from my mother. She told me stories that she got from my father's letters when he was away. Our family was apart for four years. My father went to school to Montpelier, France while my Mom raised my brother and me in Yogyakarta.
Every other year Dad visited us, brought a lot of books and pictures home. Pictures of Versailles, Lourdes, Marseilles, Spain, and a lot more. He told us many stories, brought me from our little home to those countries, although only in imagination. Since that day, I convinced myself that someday, when I grow up, I will see those places with my own eyes :)
About twenty some years later, my turn came. I stand here, a few thousand miles away from home. About once a week I call home, talked to my parents about this place. About the harsh winter in Pittsburgh, about my new town near Philadelphia, about my new job.
I might not be here if my father never brought me those pictures, told me stories about the different kind of beauty in different continents. Nor if my mom didn't raise me toughly. If I look into mirror, I see myself as reflections of my parents thirty some years ago. And this quest keep coming to my mind, what they would decide if they were me?
Every other year Dad visited us, brought a lot of books and pictures home. Pictures of Versailles, Lourdes, Marseilles, Spain, and a lot more. He told us many stories, brought me from our little home to those countries, although only in imagination. Since that day, I convinced myself that someday, when I grow up, I will see those places with my own eyes :)
About twenty some years later, my turn came. I stand here, a few thousand miles away from home. About once a week I call home, talked to my parents about this place. About the harsh winter in Pittsburgh, about my new town near Philadelphia, about my new job.
I might not be here if my father never brought me those pictures, told me stories about the different kind of beauty in different continents. Nor if my mom didn't raise me toughly. If I look into mirror, I see myself as reflections of my parents thirty some years ago. And this quest keep coming to my mind, what they would decide if they were me?
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Tahu2, terdampar aja di blog kamu ;-)
dan... suka baca tulisan2 kamu. Feels like I see the whole things that you've described in your older post.
Hopefully, you're doing okey right over there.
Kalau sempat, mampir2 ya =)
sekali lagi, nice to meet you!
5 years from now
10 years from this moment
and...
which one will u love most ?
but nevertheless u'll need some sacrifation to make ;)
to make it short : just ask ur parents he he he he :D
bon courage for anything you're facing at... :x