This was the very first time I headed to somewhere by plane. I used to travel by bus, train or private transportation. It took 5 hours and 30 minutes on air. I was so nervous to have my first flight, but by the grace of God, I met a man who was very friendly to me and I enjoyed chit chat with him about live in Papua. I think he was an angel who was sent by God to comfort me during the flight, honestly, I was not able to say anything at that time, too many feelings and thoughts came up.
First, excited to see a new land where I hadn't been there. Second, afraid if there was a plane crash. Third, how would I survive there, in far away land from home, how if I got homesick or another sickness, who would take care of me? *aaaa I want my grandmaaaa >.<
I tried to keep calm even my feelings were so mixed, I saw some of my friends had cried and I was really confused what should I do? I really wanted to cry, but there was not any tear out of my lacrimal gland!
there's a pain. a pain of saying good bye to beloved ones. a pain that could not be explained in words. a pain because i couldn't witness their happy and sad moments in time. i just could pray for them... for their struggles and my struggles of missing them.
i am not someone who tailed in one-person-only. I can stand in anywhere.. but missing the moment is not something that easy to me. yeah... Time, words and chances couldn't be the same.
