saying goodbyes

It’s election day this week in Indonesia, and I’ve come home to fulfill my civic duty. I also have been spending the last few days full of nostalgia. It’s my first time back in Jogja this year, and I feel like so much has changed. Roads that used to be littered with potholes are now smooth asphalt, a Yoshinoya just opened on the road I used to drive through every day, and coffee shops that I used to frequent have long shut down. It’s funny to think that there was a day when I left my favorite coffeeshop for the last time — that without knowing it, that would be the last time I’d ever get to sit in the coffee shop where I had spent countless hours sipping on coffee and working on assignments. As much as I wished the coffee shop would be there forever, I think a part of me knew it might close down one day. <a href="https://medium.com/journal-kita/saying-goodbyes-0bd6336e848a">Click Here</a>