Herawati Nanda
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Design and Digital Media Final Exam.
Living in a small town has its own charm, and I wouldn't say it's a bad thing. However, there are moments when I find myself questioning whether I've ventured beyond the realm of uncertainty. Everyone in my family has deep roots here, and there's certainly nothing wrong with that. They lead content lives, comfortably settled into the familiar surroundings of our hometown. Yet, I can't help but feel an innate curiosity, a desire to explore what lies beyond these familiar horizons.
Since high school, I've been on a journey, wandering far from home. The experience of being on the road, living as a wanderer, has its own allure. It allows me to delve into various cuisines and engage in activities that were never part of my hometown's offerings. Making new friends from different regions, and if fortunate, finding a companion along the way, adds a dimension to my life that I wouldn't trade for anything. At the end of the day, I always see my hometown as my home to return to.
However, with every departure from home, there's a weighty feeling that accompanies me. It's a concern that each time I leave, I might be missing out on something significant. Even the simplest things, like the arrangement of furniture at home, become a source of contemplation. Sometimes, I feel like I'm seeing familiar objects for the first time – questioning the placement of a vase or wondering where the table in the corner of the living room disappeared to. And then, there's the realization that my nieces and nephews, in the blink of an eye, have grown into talkative individuals in my absence.
It's these instances that stir a sense of being left behind, even though the truth is, I'm the one who chose to embark on this journey away from home. The dichotomy of the enriching experiences on the road and the nostalgia-laden moments of missing out on the mundane but precious details of home often leaves me in contemplation.
