The Road’s My Home

I always think myself as a wanderer. Say, isn’t sound as if I am a traveller? Well, I am not bothered checking it in the dictionaries. Anyway, I do think that I am a wanderer.

In my younger years I had been a keen reader. I read while I ate, drunk, in toilet, at school, anywhere. And things that encountered me in my readings made my eyes open: and so I know about far away places.

But until recently I think I had not make some “journeys”. Only wandering. Yes, I had been to Bandung, Jakarta, Bali, Jogja (of course, this is my native and where I live now). But I never was enchanted by these sites. May be it was because I was a misanthropy. Yes, I was a misanthropy.

But things had changed and now I am a person with better and optimistic views unto the people and the world. So, from now on I shall enjoy my journeys. It will costs some money, so I shall take this matter as best as I can.

I don’t really know when I shall get ready, financially, to start a journey. I hope that it won’t be long.