Welcoming March: A Little Updates, Catch Up, and What to do after all...

It’s been months since I graduated, left Australia, re-entered the job market, and adjusting to life once again.

For months, I was much in the state of enjoying doing nothing. My body was liking its moments of waking up late, having a hassle-free breakfast courtesy of my mom, and returned inside the blankets again; all happened in one morning time; repeated until someone summoned me for lunch.

For months, I stayed at my parents’ house, only left for two weeks' holiday. There were two unemployed at our house. My brother graduated a month ahead of me, and basically he then self-employed himself as the owner of his online shop. He works from home, contributed most to maximize our unlimited home internet use. He traveled back and forth to Jakarta to attend many—and when I said many, it’s many—job interviews; which this process is still ongoing, means he hasn’t picked any job, yet.

For months, I updated the least on social media. I’ve never been so avoiding instagram, like I don’t want to post anything. I don’t even want to know what’s out there, knowing that I don’t want the world to know what’s in me either.

For months, I have disconnected from my ex-boyfriend. Well honestly, we’ve had lost contact months before that, so…

Truth to tell, I broke up with my long-distance lover for two years, and my used to be future husband. This is something I told only to my closest ones, and metaphorically played it out loud upon a song, you all probably know but never realize.

I’m not gonna lie. I fell apart knowing that my two years plan post-study was no longer solid, at the same time feeling relieved that this ended.

I’ve been living the most unproductive time in my life, had no job plan, spent savings, and earned nothing. For months I was a dysfunction as a human. I’ve been parasitising my parents and little brothers. But trust me, I’ve tried my best to plan and build myself again. I made a mandatory retreat to Yogyakarta last month and of course, it is a healing process. I am healed and soon recovered.

It’s March now, and I’m awake. Well, I kinda have to…

I am someplace better, so much loved and sound. And believe me when I say I’m moving on.

I listen to my old spotify playlist, the ones I only play during working hours and writing sessions. I promise myself to not waste any seconds of time that I might not get again while living in Australia: hundred of pictures, months of friendship, neverending holiday and hard work; and two years of life uninterrupted.

Thus I write again, I will write again, knowing that my loss of love isn’t for nothing.

Nah, you don’t have to ask around why the hell am I still having my ex-boyfriend pictures in my gram, ain’t I move on…

God, I even have my mantan terindah’s pictures remain there untouched *ROTFL

Alright? Till then…