On time and changes.
Not for long. A couple of days after new year, I already flied back to Jogja again. For my cousin's wedding. You know, my cousin who took my siblings to visit me while I was in a forest? The one who brought her 'friend'? Apparently they're friend who did whatever couples did and got married. It's no shock though.
And again, after a day of pre-wedding party and a wedding party later, I flied myself out again for another semi documentary film shoot that will take 3 months. Right after I landed, I went to the production office and had a 5 hours of meeting preparing for the shoot. I didn't realize it until the end of the day that I, actually, feel so worn out. Lately I feel like I don't have enough time to take a breath.
For the last few months, I also have been thinking about something. The thought has haunted my mind for half a year, but I never really thought seriously about it until last month. And so I've decided now. I'm moving.
In my short time in Jogja, I spent my last night there packing. Packing all my stuff. And I just don't know how to pack 5 years of my life. I just don't know. But it's already settled then. I'll move. It's gonna be a slow process of moving all my stuff and all my life to the new land because I'll be traveling at least until April and will start a new project right away in early May. It's a slow process, this moving, but it's happening.