Jakarta is a strange place which i am still trying to comprehend. On the
one side there is a grit, the grime and the in-your-face poverty, on
the upper side the glamorous, cosmopolitan Jakarta. As part of the
upper-middle class, one gains automatic access to the hippest bars, the
fanciest parties and the most fashionable events. Trendy restaurants
provide modern Western cuisine targeted towards sucker like me, who
suffer from bouts of nostalgia and are willing to pay a premium to cure
their cravings.
You can walk into a bar and feel like you're back in Sydney or New York ar any other international city. In Jakarta, you can live the same lifestyle as you had while you overseas, or sometimes even better.
But in the end, life is not about all that. It is about the people you surround yourself with. To love where you live, you must be with the ones that make you feel belong.
At the end of the day, wherever you are. when you are surrounded by friends and loved ones, even the worst day can turn to the best.
You can walk into a bar and feel like you're back in Sydney or New York ar any other international city. In Jakarta, you can live the same lifestyle as you had while you overseas, or sometimes even better.
But in the end, life is not about all that. It is about the people you surround yourself with. To love where you live, you must be with the ones that make you feel belong.
At the end of the day, wherever you are. when you are surrounded by friends and loved ones, even the worst day can turn to the best.
Disadur dari tulisan berjudul "Coming Home" by Tessa Wijaya. The Jakarta Post Weekender. Juli 2009
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