Welcome to my new journey !

Assalamualaikum wr. wb. Bissmillahirrahmanirrahim... Alhamdulillahirabbil Alamin, it's nice to be back again! it's been such a very long time ( about 5 years ) since the last time I posted my story here. Well, one of the main reasons I try to post again it is because some people are questioning why do I have to move to this city, while I have already had a good opportunity in Makassar.

Anyway, I’d like to say Taqabballalahu Minna Waminkum, Taqabbal Yaa Kareem. Happy Eid Mubarak, Everyone :) 

I agree with what the quote says that bring back all the memories isn't as easy as we make it. as what I'm about to write here is all about a part of my little story in my life. The story began in Ramadhan, 2016. My new journey started, my beloved father passed away then I had to face this life by my self in Makassar, even though I have a big family in Makassar. As a young lady, I would never think that my father left me alone. Facing this life without him was pretty impossible for me at that time. Anyway, I have one younger brother, but he has been living with my aunt since he was a baby, thus we're not like other siblings who are really close to each other. I have also stepmother but she rarely comes to Makassar, because she needs to earn money as well for being a seasonal seller in Toraja. She's being a kind woman to me and my father. on the other hand, the closest sibling that I have is my older brother, yet he lives in Jogja. He has been living in Jogja since 12 years ago. He's studying for his master's degree, at Gadjah Mada University. Due to his study, it's difficult to ask him to move to Makassar staying with me. On the other hand, he has a lot of friends at Jogja.

Challenging my own self for living alone in my rent house was my big decision. Fortunately, my neighborhood was so kind to me, they were just like my family, and they took care of me by nosing me. Sometimes, it was annoying anyway but I did enjoy it. In the first six months, it was the toughest period for me, which I had to do all the things by myself. There was nobody else who I could rely on when I was sick or even when I was tired after work. Being so lonely sometimes I felt when I was in front of my door coming back from the office and nobody was there who even just welcomed me. Sometimes, I was just being up normal by saying hello and goodbye to my father every single time when I was back home or before headed to my office. I never skipped crying every night before sleep. Every part of my house has a great moment between me and my beloved father. Time flew fast, it wasn't that easy to live alone, the most matter was because I didn't have someone to share my happiness, sadness, or even my childish story. I was sick of being alone for 2 years. By the end of June 2018. I asked myself, either do I still struggle enough for staying here alone or do I have to decide one of the biggest decisions in my life which I need to follow my brother living in Yogya. It's tough, but life is a choice. 

August 2018. After having some long-midnight praying, then I decide to follow my brother. Sending this information by email to my CM in my previous office was the beginning of this toughest decision. 

December to February. Considering the amount of flight maximum baggage. I sent some of my packages using the delivery courier. 

By the end of February 2019. I am officially lived in Yogya. I also ask for my mom's companion, and it's gonna be her first time visiting Jogja after all. 

Here are some of our photographs :)

 Thank You for visiting my blog. Hope you all enjoy it. See you on my next post :)