9 months 1 week. That’s how long I’ve been in Indonesia. I thought I wouldn’t survive the chaos and ruthless post-reformation Indonesia. But, here I am — still standing.
Since the minute I stepped out of the Soekarno-Hatta International Airport in Jakarta, I felt the urge to write down my experience, feelings, and mixed emotion. There are so many things swirling in my mind and asked to be funneled down the lines.
Do I still love the country I left 6 years ago?
Do I really like living and want to continue my life here?
Do I really miss anything here?
If 1998 is a milestone in the country’s history —
What is its significance?
Is it for the better or worse?
It’s my journey — do you care to read “The Indonesian Way” series?