I suppose it's already a VERY long time since I posted something meaningful. I'm really sorry. I wanna make it up to all of you. Thank you for checking and waiting for my blogposts (if there's even any of you who did, I love you). Means the world.
Anyway.
On 19th September 2011, I finally turned 14. It was great I guess. I was actually excited because it's 2 more years before I turn 16. Yeah, I feel kinda old, but it's a blessing.
But, like the title said, shit happens at 14. I don't know, it's just that I feel things were going against me. When I was 13, before I had my birthday and went to grade 9, I was informed by my dad that he got a job and we will move to Saudi Arabia. I was seriously heartbroken. I mean, when I left Surabaya, after 8 years knowing all my freinds in elementary school, I left and went back to my hometown, Jakarta, because of my dad's work. It was hard enough to adapt to a new school eventhough everyone in my grade was new, and then I have to leave again and this time, it was in the middle of the term. How can I adapt to things after almost 3 years with people I have been friends with and known them personally? They were my only friends in Jakarta and then I had to leave to a very foreign and closed off country where I didn't know anyone who I can trust enough except my own family.
Goodbyes are painful, you know. It has always been and will never change. I know and believe that the only think constant in this world is change, that's why goodbyes are (kinda) normal for everyone. I guess I experience it too much and when I had to, I was already very drawn to my surroundings and never felt like I will want to leave that place ever again. I was wrong, we had to leave and move on.
So now, I had been 14 years old for approximately 5 months, had been living in Saudi Arabia for approximately 3 months and yes, I survived. I miss all my friends in Jakarta and Surabaya, I mean, I felt like I had known them for my whole life (it's true for my friends in Surabaya though) and I left them for a foreign country. But, I guess there's always a reason for things to happen. And I wish what happened to me had a good-enough reason that can make me let go things that had been on the palm of my hands for a very long time and survive something that was made from a new start.
It was great though, my new school. I had been there for a month and a half, I guess. It was quite hard to fit in and catch up since I'm a new student in the 2nd term of the academic year which made me hard to adapt to things. The school is British International School of Al Khobar (known as BISAK too). I made new friends, meet new teachers and was introduced to new subjects that I never had in my older schools. It is great and I hope I can survive throughout the years and I can reach my dreams. Living in a foreign country was one of my dreams and now, I experienced it. I hope this is a step that can lead me to my other dreams, recieving a scholarship in art/literary/movie business/music, New York, London, Paris and many more from my personal list. And I guess, leaving my comfort zone and just reach out will help me to success in the future.
Well, I guess this is the end of the post. I'm actually proud to finish and publish this post. I just realized that I shouldn't mope around for what I can't change from the past, I should move forward. I hope everyone who reads this post will feel the same, because you know what? There's always something good out there for you if you believe everything happens for a reason.
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