“The thing with this team is, no matter how much you’ve achieved, no matter how many medals you’ve won, you’re never allowed to think that you’ve made it.”
- Wayne Rooney
(Forgive me, but this post will be way subjective. I have a very British point of view that could affect my objectivity on the subject I’m going to talk about. If this is okay with you, please proceed.)
New York for me is just… meh.
I mean, why do people even dream on coming to this city? There are many greater cities in the United States and I think New York City is very overrated.
It is dirty, complicated, confusing, doesn’t have any special something, full of loitering and solicitation, and many negativeness that could degrade NYC’s popularity as world’s number one city.
Well, not everything in New York City is boring, tho. There are two great things that I love here.
First, the people. They are cool, kind, good, and helpful. They treated everyone equally and have no boundaries on all. It is kind of strange to me, with my so-called United Kingdom orientation, to like the traits of the people of NYC.
Second, Ellis Island. The only place you’ll want to visit in this entire city. It tells you about massive immigration happening in the USA more than 100 years ago. This place will tell you what the USA is all about: freedom and equality. I once saw low of this country, but my views are way elevated after I visited this place.
Some of you may feel the same way, some of you may not. Well, it depends on what we are. If you’re okay with a very big yet plain city, you can go with it. If you’re not, other states have better places to offer.
(No, this is not a Sherlock post, I only borrow the famous reference here for coolness’ sake)
It has been four months since my first encounter with those six people around me. Many things happens, and by things, I mean differences. After all, who can resist for long the type of traits I’m unfortunately carrying?
But here, in the post I am typing from up the sky, 24 hours before we reached JFK airport, I would like to say thank you, to six amazing people around me who teach me lesson for my future’s sake.
From the girl in glasses, I learned about dedication. How you would dare to push everything till it hurts, and happened.
From the boy in basketball jacket, I learned about balance. How you could keep your head sane while doing what’s in duty for you.
From the girl in small size, I learned about obedience. How you should let your ego gone and do what’s ordered by your superordinance.
From the girl in hijab, I learned about maturity. How you should be focused on what’s matter and worrying what’s hot less.
From the cabe girl, I learned about initiative. How you push your creativity to the limit and embrace any possibilities, and doing it soon.
From the man who likes to mate deers, I learned about discipline, how your life should be planned and detailed, in the sake of greeting every possibilities.
And surprisingly, those six unnoticed things: Dedication, Obedience, Balance, Maturity, Initiative, and Discipline, are things that I am still lacking of on my pathway to adolescence. Many lessons learned, many opportunities given, and one thing that I should keep in mind for the longest span of time allowed is that I owe them, for every particle of lessons they’d given to me. I know I haven’t been an easy person to deal and work with, even become utterly irritating at certain points. However, for every experience you gave, I owe you.
I. O. U.
“No matter how far you’ve been gone, home will find a way to you.”
And yes, that is my Christmas story. A story involving my childhood, a sock of hopes, and my beloved mum. Last few Christmases I found the meaning elsewhere, but this year, it was sitting inside my own home. My mother.
The story itself? Ask me and I will tell. For now, I can only give the most important part: A mother love is timeless.
Merry Christmas, everyone.