So stuck in between who I am and who I want to be. I have horribly vivid dreams of scenes I wish would happen and I always wake up feeling disappointed. I sleep really early no...
Looking at this set brings back perfectly the muggy heat and sticky humidity that has grown synonymous to a Jakarta summer, yet I somehow find myself wading through trenches of nostalgia because I miss it I miss it I miss it. I miss Indonesian food and the close proximity of everything (!!! the hour long drives to get somewhere will be the death of me) and the movement and the people. I walk down...