“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey
I stumbled upon this quote on Goodreads and unconsciously wrote an email to an old friend. I miss her even though we talked every single day. I miss all of my friends back home. 2 of my best friend's Dad died this year and I'm not even there to hug, to cry together, even to offer some closure.
It's been a while since I stepped my foot in Jakarta. It's not like I don't want to go there, I just.. I don't know. I don't even know if I'm supposed to still call it as home.
Yeah, I do, I friggin' do miss you guys. A lot. It sucks having no one to hug here because they think it's creepy to hug a girl and it's called flirting to hug a guy..wtf. I just can't afford it to go back right now. No, it's not about the money; it is about being mentally ready to face everybody back home.
Pfft. Did I just call it home again?
Sometimes I just wish God could fly you people here instead of me flying there :(
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