'Just Listen'

"So you're always honest," I said.
"Aren't you?"
"No," I told him. "I'm not."
"Well, that's good to know, I guess."
"I'm not saying I'm a liar," I told him. He raised his eyebrows. "That's not how I meant it, anyways."
"How'd you mean it, then?"
"I just...I don't always say what I feel."
"Why not?"

"Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though."

Sarah Dessen

The 'Rome'

Yuhu.

Life is unpredictable, isn't it? Back then when I'm turning 17 years old, I never expected I'll be here, in Sydney. I never expected studying Advanced Diploma of Hospitality Management. I never think I'll be a cashier to survive living here. Or an english teacher to a stranger which is Korean.

Back there, I thought I'll be studying Communication in a Christian university. I thought I'll be chasing my biggest dream: being a journalist.

Which now, it turns out, not happening.

They said, 'Rome wasn't built in one day'. Or 'There are many ways to Rome'.
For them, in time you'll be just arrived in Rome after wandering around in Paris or Barcelona.

For me, it simply means: 'You'll find out that you can never reach out Rome. You'll love Africa, anyway.'

But it's not like that's not true. I'm young. I like gaining new experiences. I like big responsibilities and showing the world that I could handle it. The thing is, well. I'm just dying wanted to be sitting on Journalism class in any university.

I don't know for sure if I'd like Rome. But I'm sure as hell I'd love the journey to there. Which, speaking frankly, not even close of what I feel about my journey to Africa.

Then again. Isn't everything we wanted cost?



For me, apparently, being in a journey to Rome cost me to do the journey to Africa.