I’m moving all my stuff from spacebox to Tissa’s room, 1st day moving all the book, i feel like taking 50 kg of luggage super heavy, 2nd day with help from rizky i manage to move all my clothes and kitchen equipment, 3rd day i dedicated this day to cleaning up my room. 4th day all alone moving out my stuff.

I’m terribly tired now, I feel that I couldn’t enjoy my holiday, I didn’t even do some research on italy and Switzerland, I miss my home too, i hope everything will be doin great.

In between my commuting i felt very lonely, i feel like I could be killed by this lonely and stranded feeling, Im in the foreign country that i couldn’t even understand the language i feel like in the middle of vast sea, lone and hopeless. But then, i realize it took me more than 9 months to be human, i couldn’t give up being a human only in few hours, it will take more than lonely feeling to ‘kill’ me. * i got this stupid idea when i was trapped inside a trem with 4 baby strollers, off course with baby inside*