How to Talk to a Stranger

Kemarin, aku akhirnya membuka channel TED Talk. Terakhir kali aku buka channel ini ketika masih di US tahun lalu. Woah, sekarang waktu di US udah terkategorikan "tahun lalu". So damn fast, isn't it?
Salah satu judul yang menarik perhatianku adalah "How to Start a Conversation."
Oke ini terdengar sepele. Apa sih susahnya buat mulai ngobrol? Tinggal bilang "Hai.", kalo dijawab alhamdulillah gak dijawab ya selesai.

Ya gak sesimpel itu, kalau di TED Talk ini.
It was a mind blowing talk. Seriously. Habis nonton itu, aku jadi langsung pengen nyari orang asing dan mraktekin apa yang barusan kutonton, tapi gak jadi ding. Soalnya aku nonton video itu malam-malam di rumah. Hahaha.
Tapi, hari ini, aku benar-benar dapat kesempatan untuk ngobrol sama a stranger. Perfectly a stranger!
Di American Corner.

Aku lagi duduk sambil browsing di ruang multimedia. Ruang multimedia ini kayak ruang kelas gitu, tertutup dan cuma dipake kalo ada kegiatan mengajar atau English Club. Karena siang ini lagi kosong, aku duduk disitu. Pintunya kututup. Tiba-tiba, ada yang nongolin kepalanya. Aku mengalihkan kepalaku sebentar dari layar laptop.
"Eng... Ada yang bisa dibantu?"
Dia kemudian nyelonong masuk dan duduk di depanku.

End of Workshop Reflection

source: World Learning

During our 4 days in the busy Washington DC, we had a lot to learn. We had a lot to talk. Furthermore, we had a lot to remember.
We were looking back to the past 3 months of our life in here, United States. And it just instantly threw me back to some details that I will always remember for the rest of my life.

I let my self think about how nervous I was, sitting on the airplane alone without anyone I knew to talk to. I thought about the very first time I jumped out from the plane after a long long flight. I thought about the first hug I got from my UGRAD fellow from Dominican Republic. I thought about my first Walmart shopping. How big Walmart is, really got me speechless. I thought about my first night in my room, tired but couldn't sleep, just overexciting what I was gonna do and whom I was gonna meet the next day. I thought about my first class, was so afraid if I couldn't understand what my professor said. I thought about the nights I spent doing my tasks, online quizes, and staying at the library until 2 AM with my friends. I thought about my effort trying to go to the gym on daily basis, not because I want to lose weight, but just to prevent gaining more weight while eating all those delicious foods in the cafetaria.

I thought about all the goods and the bads. There was a time when I thought that I made the best decision to go to US, but there was also time when I wanted to go home very bad.
I miss several things back home, but I, for sure, treasure a lot of new things I found in here.

To be completely honest, I've changed. That would be a lie if I said I am the same girl as I used to be before I went to US. I encountered many things that opened my eyes to the new things of life. I was placed in situations where I had to stand on my own and take important decisions. I met a lot of incredible individuals, talked to them, knew them, and made space for them in my heart.  I will always remember them.

My exchange semester was a gem. Not to mention that I got to visit one of the most awesome cities in the world- New York, that I had never have a mind about. Spent 5 days 4 nights with 2 amazing girls from Kazakhstan and South Korea. Went to places and successfully awed many times. Finally saw the buildings, the streets, and the New Yorkers I once watched just from the movies. My world went from 2D to 3D. I would never be able to watch any movie which took place in New York without saying to myself "I've been there..."

But some people may have a thought that I was just travelling during my exchange period. Nope. I didn't travel that much. I enjoyed staying in Tennessee as well. I stayed in Cookeville. A great small city to live in. I got involved in local festivals, I went out with my host family and close friends to do Trick or Treat in Halloween. The childhood dream of mine which came true. I got a full big bag of chocolates and candies, couldn't be happier. People are so kind and helpful.
I had a chance to celebrate Thanksgiving with my American family. I didn't feel strange yet I felt like they are my family that I just found.

This is more than an exchange for me. This is a journey of myself, an adventure of my soul. A road that takes me to another home.  
This is one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life.
This is the time of my life I will never forget, the thing that will always be a part of me.


(Another delayed post. It's been 8 months since the day I wrote this. I just need to remind myself that, hell, life goes on.)

 How do you write a love letter to a place? To a time? To bittersweetness?