The feeling of being at home...

last night i woke up, at 5 am which means 4 am at Indonesia. i tried to sleep again but i cannot, remember that this is the hungry ghost month... silly isn't it? then i turn on my hand phone, try to calm myself down by listening to jack Johnson's music. silent dawn, slow easy music, just made me feels like being at home...
i miss that feeling, when i just lay on my wide bed, at my fresh room, soft brown colour, cold air con, and fresh apple smell. i miss it so much...
even i know that i will be at home next week,smell my dog's shit again...
i feel like why it takes so long to be on that day, i kept waiting and waiting.
i want to hear my mother voice again, even i can hear it everyday on the phone, but it will be so nice if i can hear it directly read her mouth movement.
i miss to play with my naughty dog, all this noise of their barks,
i miss to chase my Little brother and slap him because he keep on make fun of me,
i miss to be make fun of my older brother,
i miss to feel Palembang's pollution air,
i miss to be in the car looking at other people sweating riding their motorcycle or the opposite,
i miss my own bathroom,
i miss my big warm blanket,
i miss my wise father,
i miss to fight with my boyfriend,
i miss to make whatever food i like even at last everybody will say that it's nice after i show my patheic face,
i miss my store, all that fruits smell ,
i miss to decorate juices that i have made for one hour long,
i miss to take my oldest dog for walk even he got a very terrible breath,
i miss to spend myself almost an hour to be naked choosing what outfit i should wear,
i miss to hang out with my friends talking about other people,
i miss to shop a lot of things for my weekly supply,
i miss to talk to my customer,
i miss to hug my boyfriend while he's riding his motorcycle,
i miss to hold my mom and my dad hand,
i miss to scold my brothers because they don't want to study at tuition,
i miss to change something at my room,
i miss to watch Indonesian gossip infotainment,
i miss to eat Indonesian foods,
i miss to walk among all Indonesian,
i miss family,
i miss my boyfriend,
i miss my Friends,
i miss my dog,
i miss my room,
i miss my house,
i miss my car,
i miss my juicer,
i miss my maids,
i miss my store,
i miss my employees,
i miss my Palembang,
i miss my Indonesia...
and i hate when i have to leave it, standing at the airport waiting for my departure time and when i have to take off leaving all the things i always miss...
i hate to leave my beloved country even its not a perfect country to live in, but can you see how incredible our government is taking care of our thousands island can you see even for the small country they still cant stabilize their own country. Indonesia is a wonderful country...
i love my country...
i love you all...