I will leave my hometown in 46 days.

<p>The other day it was 154, and then it became 100, and now London feels closer than Jakarta has ever felt to me.</p> <p>I breathe its dusty air, but I don&rsquo;t know its ways. At twenty, I finally learned a tiny part of the train system, but I&rsquo;m still afraid of the bus. I&rsquo;m still scared of what the city can do to me; I never felt safe on its roads, and I don&rsquo;t know why.</p> <p><img alt="" src="https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:700/1*LRxizbDKJ25GncoiqQnyZw.jpeg" style="height:700px; width:700px" /></p> <p>Jakarta, in a picture</p> <p>Maybe it&rsquo;s how my parents always made sure we had a car to get us from place to place. I memorized the feeling each route gave, but never where the next turn is.</p> <p><a href="https://sheoncewrote.medium.com/i-will-leave-my-hometown-in-46-days-22c72005ebd2"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>