Yeah, I know that I’m supposed to come home to my own country. I’m supposed to be at home. But it feels like I’m waking up from a dream, and waking up makes me want to sleep even further. It hadn’t occured to me that the world I once knew had dramatically changed over the past five months. Even if I’m in the same boarding house, I got myself a room at the corner where I no longer meet people on my way in or out. I haven’t had the food I once long for while I was abroad.
The huge hole is that there’s no longer the people I hung out with, my comfort circle. They’re already on their path to their future while I’m still trapped in -as somebody had named it: sadomasochistic- troublesome way of graduating. I am currently writing my undergrad thesis, in which every word is a torture. I know I had to do it one way or another, but every piece of me wants to just skip it.
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Oh Mensch, ich vermisse Erfurt,.. sehr. Haben wir Chance noch mal, in Erfurt zu leben? [ohne Studium ya.,. haha..] Kangen hari2 di Erfurt ron.. sumpah,..