I still remember the day I wrote this post, and my feelings on that particular day.
That last day of 2015, I left the office feeling frustrated and desperate. I was tired of doing a job that didn’t satisfy me nor give me a sense of achievement, but more than anything, I was tired of living in Jakarta. In my desperate longing for a fresh start, I made an impulsive visit to an unknown hairstylist, and got my hair chopped to the shortest it’s ever been in 5 years. Despite my intention to start the new year with a positive vibe, I’d continue to feel rotten in the year that followed.
Sometime during those 2.5 years of living in Jakarta, I lost the passion for things I’d loved; photography, writing, dancing, going out and exploring new things. And as my interests in these things waned, I was slowly losing myself.