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Restored Faith in Humanity

I like living here. 
Beda banget sama waktu di jkt dulu, it's hard not to compare. 

 Inget banget, saban nyetir di jakarta bawaannya sumpah serapah terus. 
Kayanya gw sering banget meng-anjing2-in other drivers. 
I could almost literally tekanan darah gw naek gitu loh kalo nyetir di Jakarta. 

 Disini, ampir tiap nyetir it made my day. 
A simple wave, nod, smile and thank you really bring peace. 
Ati gua adeeemm.

 Everytime I stop at the zebra cross to let someone cross the street, 
orang itu pasti look at me, wave-smile and say thank you. 
And everytime I need to cut someone's line, all I need is to signal and people will ACTUALLY let me cut them. 

 Things that never happened di Jakarta dulu. 

 Or a simple act of kindness from a total stranger. 
Kaya wkt ke supermarket, pas gw mau balikin trolley, ada cewe baru parkir n about to go into the supermarket... dia langsung nawarin "let me take that for you, Im going in anyway" with a smile. 

 Beneran make me wanna be a better person disini. 
A better me. 
A contributing-to-the-society me. 
A tax-payer me.

 Makanya gw tuluuuusss banget support Andi join Lions Club disini. 
kalo di Indo, somehow join klub kayak gitu tuh purely buat "networking" yg ujung2nya ya buat keuntungan kita sendiri. 
Kalo disini, kayanya gw beneran pengen kontribut ke society deh. 
Change of heart, change of mindset, change of life. 

I actually starting to have faith in human kindness again. 
Kayaknya idealisme gw bisa jalan disini. 

Tapi it really doesn't mean that I dont miss Indo.
Jujurnya, some part of me kadang masih mikir gw cuma holiday disini.
Kadang masih berasa surreaaaal banget, masi hard to believe that Im living in my promised land.

Just grateful today. Grateful. Sangat. 
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