Drowning in Reality
Hello people! So here I am reporting live from my office room, behind the desk that will, in the long run, be my second home. Yes, I am here in Jakarta City finally facing what we call the REAL life. The past 3-weeks have passed pretty quickly. I am adapting with work life and life with my family (and maid and chauffeur) under the same roof. I remember when I was a kid, being the spoilt kid that I was, I ordered my domestic helper at home like as if I own no hands and legs. They do damn thing for me. Cooking Indomie every afternoon. checked. Packing my books. Checked. Cleaning my room. Checked. But now after being away on my own to the faraway land for so long, I can't even let them touch my room. I cleaned them on my own, I cleared the dirty dishes from the table. I was so used to being my own maid. So that is it about home. Restrictions here and there and yet the warm and comfortable feeling of always having someone at home to listen to me whenever I feel alone or jus