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I unlock the door, going outside for a little shopping. Hmmm… I breath the morning air, last night journey didn’t make me so tired, so so. When I look around, look familiar, but I confuse, what I have to say ? Should I say "I’m home", while I far from home here now. If I didn’t say "I’m home", my live is here, may be my future as well.
Sudden decision. One and half hour before I go from home, my mam said, "it’s better to booking a whole car instead of using public transport, due to your luggages and the wheather look-like not good. Pay more money for more comfort I think it’s fair. More, we can accompany you." So we book a whole car and my mam, my dad, my grand-mam, my old sister, my nephew and my niece, included also 
. They accompany me until Bandung in 3 hour journey. then I take direct shuttle transport to airport for another 3 hour. And 1.5 hour. And 1 hour.
My 2 week more leave it’s feel enough, not too short, not too long. But not so many place I visited during my vacancy. I just go to my grand-pa and grand-ma home (1 home apart 
), to another family home. I went to mall (for food-court and cinema actually). And the most important is for celebrating Iedul Fitri, time for "self-purging", time for forgiving.
Here is my photo in the one of natural water source, called Cipulus. The place used to play when I was small.
Now I’m back, from hibernation , ready for more…
