I just realized I love Okinawa so much because all the people who live there reminds me of Oma (grandmother in Indonesian) and her ultimate kindness. And ultimate kindness as in. No matter how much I mess up, she'd still persist for me and that nothing else matters. Something I haven't felt in my heart for awhile. And everytime I leave, it feels like she's passing again. On the start of this trip, I randomly started thinking about her. And now at the end, im thinking of her again. I didn't cry at the funeral 6 yrs ago because I didn't understand what was leaving me at the time. And I always joked that the world has gone crazy because she took all the kindness away. But now I kinda wanna finally cry because I'm reminded she is gone. Metaphorically. I miss her.
by Budilicious3