Ride at Hometown

I don't go for walk very much in childhood. To arrange a vacation, my family isn’t into something like that. I say that is an old paradigm why don’t people like them spending some holiday. In another hand, I don’t have abundant of idea how being creative to make the holiday time after a year school, nor end year. Over the past 2 years I’ve read books as well as magazine to fulfill my view about traveling. And I am going for it. apparently, I get blown off!

At the latest time I often travel some places which I didn't use to admit before. Everything should be very span-new until I make some exploring at least to the downtown. I had visited several places in Indonesia including Bali, Yogyakarta and the lake Toba, as well as abroad catch the map. Well, what about Medan which is the land I was born and grew up. I don’t live in Medan any longer since I’ve moved to Jakarta about over the past 6 years. In 2009 I was there for 2 weeks for work. I missed a lot of things in Medan. This city has been being developed very quick. There are new high buildings; hotels, apartments, offices, the outfit stores, places for teenagers to hanging out. I need time to restore the records that I’ve ever filmed in my mind.

Though, I remember the people’s attitude (accent and the way people talk), public vehicle, and the unclean air . No doubt that people must realize this city owns many special things to be recognized. The food, saying Bolu Meranti (Meranti sponge-cake), Bika Ambon, Durian Pie, jus Markisa (Passionfruit syrup) and of course the durian. Those absolutely can evoke spirituality and soul of the travelers become an excitement of a destination. Much more, by taking public buses or driving around three to four hours, we can reach the lake Toba along with other tourist places close to the city of Medan. 

The city consciously predispose my live.
The whole family members of mine usually celebrate the Christmas in togetherness. Last year we spent the end year in Bali, but this time in Medan. And I am here again, December 12, 2012. We have a few agendas. And I knew it would be not only nice, but also a tickle. Medan is my hometown, yet no places or room to be staying, no houses of belonging to live in.

Upon arrival, we rode two different types of room in a hotel somewhere in Medan. Not a suite nor fancy but sedate place to be resting. There is no much matter to be marveled by us for the area is also slightly calm. Two nights were not too long for us. The following day we left for another place. we're renting a house, near the previous one we had. we planed to stay for days until the end of the month.

I know it's an odd. I must ask each small thing about the city and what is the pop in town. There is not something wrong but a little bit sadness comes approaching on me. I do hardly ride a room in a hostel (notice the 's') at the places I travel.
Now, when I'm in the city of Medan, the main expenses other than lodging that could burn a hole in my pocket are rooms and going out. And in these days, there really weren't that many things to do. Most things I need for exist are local guys. Hangout is a bound to be sure, I am lucky then because my oldest brother is one of them. There is nothing pretty about it and yet it must give the maker a lot of pride. I and the others must carry on the rest of activities.

And what happens when we wake up, and instead of finding our old selves, we have no idea who we are and why we are here. Would we feel lost in this world?  Or would we discover a completely different self?