And it goes on...and on...and on...

(This is a post to prove to myself that I do can write, as long as I don't have to do it. (Yes, I'm talking about you, research methodology.))

It's been almost eight months that I be a part of Jakarta's swarm of hecticness. 

At first, it was hell.
Imagine going to campus as early as 5am so that I won't be facing the most known traffic jam in sudirman-thamrin and also kuningan. Sometimes only for a single 100-minutes class session. 
Then the way back home. Another chaos. Takes me at least 2,5 hours from tugutani to bintaro. 
Some would ask why don't I take any public transportations, well I would like to, but I don't, can't, do crowd. There, a little side of crowdphobic for me. 

So, here's me, accepting the fate. Kinda.
But there's a leverage.
My primary defence mechanism is to evade, or you may say to run away. 
Long, long time ago when I didn't even know that labschool is not a school outside of indonesia, my escape is book and that's more than enough.
Later on, as classes demand more from my mind, the hunger to run to other worlds in books keeps getting bigger with no time available to read for even a glimpse. 

Stress was built.

Then div started to drive by herself.
Driving alone sounds like a tiring task. But lately it makes me feel like I'm in control of something. The solo driving now substitutes my inability to read books, to ease my thoughts, to run away.

Because evading is the only thing I know so that problems won't be bigger than it should be.

Time to get a short ride, shall we?

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