As an Indonesian proverbs says "like a frog in a shell", before I went out and lived in different sides of Indonesia I always considered that it was the best city in the world: the food had the most delicious taste, the people is the nicest and so on. I couldn't see that every place has its distinct characteristic which has positive and negative sides.
Though I was born in this city, I never felt alive in it. Ever since I graduated from high school I had planned to leave it. As time goes by, finding another place that I felt alive, knowing what I want in life, personal unpleasant experience in this city and in searching of a place called home, I realize that I don't belong to this city.
So.. Goodbye Medan. I wont miss u