I have lived in Indonesia for a month.
I miss blue skies, and clean air. || I love eye-level fireworks.
I miss going to Meijer and knowing what all the labels mean. || I love sate ayam and tempeh.
I miss stars and grass. || I love the city skyline.
I miss the bright, crisp, crunchy leaves after they have fallen from the trees. || I love palm trees.
I miss Kava House and the memories there. || I love walking to Starbucks.
I miss blending in. || I love it when my bahasa Indonesia actually makes sense.
I miss the pillows sitting on my bed at home. || I love the view from my apartment.
I miss big bookstores. || I love taxis and bajai and ojek rides.
I miss the smell of cedar trees. || I love burning candles in my apartment.
I miss hugs from people who know and love me. || I love new friends, on the outer ledge.
I miss standing in a circle for communion. || I love being with people who love worship.
I miss picking apples and raspberries with my mom and sister. || I love cheap mangos.
I miss the smell of my dad cutting the lawn. || I love Skype calling my parents.
I miss thick dry erase markers and Precise pens. || I love working at a school with a big budget.
I miss dirt roads. || I love the just-around-the-corner potential for adventure.