I'm now counting down the days for my moving to Bandar Lampung, the city where I was born in and spent my first 17 years of life. When I was 17, I moved from Bandar Lampung to West Sumatra then after 7 years, I’ll come back to Bandar Lampung by the end of this week.
In my 24 years of life, I have moved from places to places four times; Bandar Lampung à Payakumbuh (West Sumatra) à Padang (West Sumatra) à Pekanbaru à Bandar Lampung. I consider my first moving (from Bandar Lampung to Payakumbuh-West Sumatra) the hardest one. Not only because it's my first experience but also because at that time I hadn't finished high school yet. Moving after high school graduation is much different from moving when you’re still in the second grade. After high school, you and most all your friends leave town and spread to different cities and universities, almost all your friends experience starting the new life at the time. But in my case, I was the only one who left and all my friends still had time together. It hurts a bit knowing your friends are still having good time there, sharing laughter and doing all the retarded things together meanwhile you’re feeling out of place in the new area, alone. I used to call them all the time in order to stay intact with the gossips and news but making phone calls was still expensive at that time and I thought my calls would eventually bore them, I was afraid that they’d pity me. Then I knew I should start getting a new life and move on, because their lives still went on, without me. Reality bites, deal with it!
Things will feel worse when you move to an area which is not better than your previous location. This is the first time I witness the development gap of my country, Indonesia. Well, West Sumatra is beautiful without any doubt. Some people say that the green sawahs and all beautiful scenery and simplicity of the people make it a peaceful place to live in. The problem is, I don’t hang out in sawahs. There’s no 21 Cineplex, this is the hardest thing to believe that it’s real, I was like “Are you kidding me?? How am I supposed to survive??” To be honest, for me, this peaceful area can be somewhat stressful.
To make more drama, even though Bandar Lampung and West Sumatra are located in the same island, the cultures I had to adjust with are really different. I didn’t understand their point of views and neither did they. About language, Minangnese don’t even speak Bahasa Indonesia, even in an English class, they will speak Minang language. BAMM..!!
However, no matter how much you complained about the area, you still have learned many things from it and been accustomed to some things, places, and people of the area. That when you eventually have to move again you’ll realize that you’ve been attached to them that much (at least, more that what you thought you knew).
It’s nice to come back to Lampung, I had my childhood and most of my teenage years there. But seven years surely have changed many things, and feelings. Things that I used to know will now feel so strange. People I used to spend time together when I was senior high, I don’t think I have some (or probably most) of them in my Facebook friend list. Even those I have, we don’t communicate that much anymore. Leaving/ moving shows us that sometimes a relationship is not like what we thought it was. That’s how to know which ones your true friends are.
Luckily, now I have job to keep myself busy and at certain age and situation, you’re no longer as friend-needy as you were in highshool. Besides, I already make plans of skills I have to master while in Lampung. By experience, I’ve learned how to adapt and make friends and most importantly how to not be overly attached to things, people or situation. I am excited about this Lampung thingy but I will surely miss how noisy my roommates are, my stubborn boss, my office mates, the kids I at the orphanage I used to teach and play with, and especially... Mr. Where-have-you-been-these-1,5-years, ‘coz I’m gonna miss him so. Hikz!