I returned to Surabaya for a brief reprieve. The timeless, rustic feel does not change the slightest.. Even though the mansion and the lord is getting older and wearier, the 'spirit' still lies here. I must forewarn you: These are not happy memories. I remember that I used to complain incessantly of having to celebrate my lunar new year in this city every time. An hour flight away, I had to leave the comfort of the closer half of my family, and celebrate the auspicious event with the other half. Things are perpetually turbulent, thus I was considerably delighted that only a trifle of quarrel broke out this year.
As I ascended the mansion's heights, however, I began to feel at peace. Gazing at the slums beneath, I reflected on my earlier encounter when I yielded to my anger and yelled at the snotty and racist airport staff. I guess I am far from who I want to be, but I must say that I am thankful for experiencing the test. I sort of believed that the nature and the universe conspired to provoke me in that scenario, and even though I failed this time round, the examination had made me a better student.
I pray.. and I pray.. that I will become a better man. A man worthy of living up his name. My Chinese name sort of translates to: "he who makes his ancestors proud", while my Indonesian name comprises of my Grandad's name (from Mom's), my Dad's, and my other grandad's (from Dad's). Three great men. Such big shoes to fill.. So, a new year, a fresh start. Happy Chinese New Year (: May the dragons side with us.
And thank you for the big examination exactly the day before..
The experiences I have been through in this place, the memories, the anger, the frustration, and the sadness are definitely not pleasant. However, they make me who I am today, they are my roots. A day will come when all my ties with this place will be cut off, (my grandpa is the only reason I visit this city once a year) but no one can snatch these memories away from me.
Truly Indonesia's Finest,
