life is a process. a process to be more mature. a process to learn something new. a process to overcome something that we didn't find before. living alone is not easy at all. This is the first time I live far away from my family, and this is a challenge for me. at beginning i thought it would be easy, it would be fun because I'm free to manage all my times. but then, i finally found the trouble.
I am so busy since I arrived in here. I have to do tasks that already given to me, clean my room, wash my clothes, look for a meal, and all of that should be done by myself. maybe this is not as difficult as I thought, but this is weird for me. and the other thing is about my family. I can live without them but I miss them a lot. I always cry when my parents call me, even though they don't know about that. i miss the moment when we made a joke and laugh together. when I was still at home, i never wash my clothes or ironing it by my self. when there were no meal for dinner at home, my father always looked for it for me. and now everything change.
but, I have to be more independent and keep struggle. this is life, life is a process.
