Let’s imagine we’re on a bar, sitting side by side facing a long table under the
dusky light.
And just like The Script sing it to us
“We’re gonna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
sit talking up all night, doing things we haven’t for a while”
And I’m going to tell you about myself
The most accurate word that usually uses to describe myself
is that I am a dreamer. It might sound similar to what the horoscope says about
Pisces, that they are dreamers. I dream that one day I will work while travel
the world. Imagine that as you travel the world, you will meet a lot of people
from different countries and races, learn their cultures, study the histories, and
taste the traditional foods. Then, you will pass your stories to people for
giving them information about the experiences, not for bragging for sure. Meanwhile,
you still can earn money. I wonder of a travel journalist. Doesn’t is sound
fun?
However, nothing comes instantly. Everything needs process.
I took English Language and Literature in a state university which is located
at Malang, my hometown. Since I love cultures, languages, and derived by my
imagination to travel the world, I had no doubt to take the course. I really
enjoyed the college life, even working on my thesis became less depressing
(well, I lie. It was still stressful, tho). As I graduated 3 years ago, my mom
urged me to leave the home and suggested me to go to Jakarta and get a job. And
here I am, live in a damn busy city of blinding light for 3 years, working as………….
a secretary.
It is way far from what I have imagined. Well, I am a secretary for an
Indonesian fashion magazine, where the people can speak Prada, describing
Alexander McQueen to YSL. Here, my English is not completely useless. I take
care of many things, including preparing the documents for journalists who will
be sent to do coverage abroad. To be honest, it is kind of hard to hear them
say, “Safe flight! Have fun in LA!” Or overhearing a conversation about some
destinations to visit while in Paris for example. Even I have to hold back my
tears every time they hand me their passports. Furthermore , they can talk
about the routes in Japan just like we talk about how to go to Tanah Abang from
Senayan. Damn. Yep, it feels like a slap to my face. With an extremely giant
hand. If you watch a TV series Supernatural, I can say it is quite similar to an episode
entitled It’s Terrible Life. I wish
Zachariah would tap his finger on my forehead and say, “Welcome to your real
world, Liss. How’s the article about exploring Edinburgh?”
Despite, I still able to
put smiles on my face and survive for almost 3 years working on this field, although
none understand football. Of course, the speak Prada, not Steven Gerrard!
In the 22nd day of 2018, I wish I can make a change.
I saw a post from my sister about One Day One Post and I have an interest to
join it. By joining the community, I wish the awareness of writing in my inner
brain will wake up from its beautiful sleep, since the subject is actually familiar and
inseparable when I was in college. Extraordinary experience? Well, actually I
am building my extraordinary experience through this community as well. I wish
I can last longer and it helps me to re-build my dreams.
Thank you for sharing these old cheap bottles of wine
with me.
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