|Somewhere in West Kalimantan, Indonesia|
People told me it's easy to apply for a teacher position but reality proved that it wasn't when I tried to get my teaching job back. One month passed, then two months, three months ... I hadn't found a dream job, people love degree, some don't understand my complex education background. Due to a recommendation from a friend, I then got an offer from an export import company, the manager said that he need an active English user. If that's the only requirement, let me give it a try. I accepted the job. So, instead of teaching something based on what I've learned, I continued being a student, learning new things while working.
Though I can't stop thinking about it every single day, I do sometimes feel that my previous experience abroad is just a dream. But one morning, a postman showed up in front of my door -- a package, from my Project Coordinator. She sent me all the books and dictionaries I wanted to keep, my certificates and some mails that went to my U.S. address.
"So it's not just a dream ... " I told myself. But still, I have to let go of my past to move on with my life. I tried to come back to my real life. I go to work, hang out with my best friends and help my little bro with homework. I join a Mandarin class in the town and touch my dusty violin again, making my neighbors crazy with the bad playing. Recently I signed up for Stanford Online Class (It's free!).
All the activities keep me busy and make me love my life. The only thing that still bothers me is the hundreds of questions from people. They can't stop wondering why I come back to Indonesia, why I don't live abroad instead. The others complained that I have changed, I am not the one they used to know. Ooh, I guess I need more time to get used to them.