This text was actually for my monolog that I made a week ago. Instead of just writing these and not gonna read it again, I'm gonna post it here hehe :D
It started on the 1st of October 2006, where I waved goodbyes to my big family in the Adisucipto airport. It was a sad day to leave them, but if I didn’t go, this wouldn’t change everything. My mom, my brother and I left Yogyakarta around 8pm, and we stopped for about 2 hours in Bali as a transit. It was a cold night and I had a great mixture of feelings where I was excited but also sad to leave my family.
It was the time to leave Bali and also Indonesia. Yup, pretty much excited, but a little bit downhearted! We got arrived in Perth around 4am. Yes, Perth, Western Australia! Wow! Isn’t this cool?! Australia! Living in Australia for the next 6 month! And as I stepped my first foot on the ground, it was chilly, I could feel the cool windy wind outside as my nose was getting red. I could see dad had waited for us for a while. And as I looked around Perth’s airport, lots of Caucasians inside, mostly everywhere. I was thinking.. I’m in a new world, new language.. well, not that new, it’s just that I wasn’t really familiar with English at that time. Dad picked us up. Dad went to Australia 2 years earlier than us, and he was fitting in, getting settled in this country.
Time had past and it was the time that I had to go to school. It was a private school called Langford Islamic College. Definitely it was my first time, and I was like a lost kid. I didn’t know anything. My English was so simple and so bad. Luckily, my teacher was kind, well, most of teachers in Perth (from my experience) are kind, and she told a Singaporean girl, Nabilah, which could speak a little bit of Malay to accompany me in this school. However, in every class, I don’t even know what people, teachers, friends were talking about. They were like talking an alien language, but as months had past, my English was getting better. Surprisingly, I got to stay in Perth longer than 6 month! I was very happy! Fortunately, January was the time to get into the next grade. So I felt lucky that I only spend my 4thgrade for only less than half of the year. But sadly, I moved to another school, which I was just made lots of friend, and I had that depressed moment where I had to meet new friends again.
On the 7th grade, I moved back to Langford Islamic College. It was a brilliant year with my best teacher, Mr Brechany or well-known as Mr B, as I was getting closer with my friend Nabilah, and made lots of friend. But 2010 arrived and I was really down when my parents told me that we were going to leave Australia early 2011. Yeah, I love it here, I’m use to Perth now, I’m use to Australia, I thought. But why do I have to leave when I’m already fit in here? I spent my days of 2010 very carefully and I had to put these wonderful life stories, wonderful country on my memories.
By the time when 2011 arrived, I just felt it was so heavy to leave Perth. I didn’t want to leave. I was thinking that I want to live in Perth. But what about grandma that’s all alone in Yogyakarta? I asked myself. And on the 21st of January 2011, I had to leave Perth with a depressed feeling, full of tears, not a full of joy feeling for going back to Indonesia. And now, in Indonesia, I don’t think that I’m settled yet. I still want to go back to Perth. I miss my house, my room, my bed, my friends, Nabilah, Nurul, Mona, etc. I miss how I had to speak English everyday, everywhere, I miss how everyone speaks English, I miss my teachers, school, how math in 8th grade was like a 4th grade’s work, how there were no calculations on Physics, I miss the 4 seasons, I miss where I had to wait for the school bus every morning, especially when it was a cold winter, I miss going online 24/7, I miss Mr Brechany, I miss how school was so fun, I miss the happiness, the laughter, the problems, the fight, the tears with my friends, etc. I miss everything, every single thing. And if I have a wish, I wish I could go back in time or wish that I could go back to Perth. Last but not least, THAT is the Unforgettable Moments of My Life.
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