Living on a jet plane

I’m now so tired, sitting at home in Yogyakarta, 16,485.6 km or 21 hours 16 minutes flight duration away from my apartment at DC. This world and surrounding is completely different from the place that I used to be for the last four years. I should feel comfortable and have a complete good rest, but it doesn't really work as expected. Yes I can eat everything I was dreaming about, but still can’t sleep, thinking about my papers, works, my life in other side etc.

Look what I wrote several days ago: I’m now so tired, extremely tired, physically and mentally, sitting in Svarnabumi airport Bangkok waiting for the flight to Jakarta. Yes, I’m going home! Do you believe it? I am going home. I’m in a rush for the last couple days, sleep less and work more, just to adjust my work for anticipating the travel time, exhausted as a result of sitting more than 22 hours in aircraft, can’t sleep properly due to tiredness, stress and jetlag, then busy with meeting plus intensive discussions. But it’s worth, cause I will be at home soon, and my brain can have a rest.

Back to Jakarta, I was again so busy, at least for the last two weeks, of course was enlivened with the fabulous Indonesian cuisine, but still busy. Now, I am home, take a rest and do nothing, almost midnight but can’t sleep, still.

Well, I still remember when I was a kid and want to be a world traveler who goes easily from one side of the globe to another side. True, now I am a kind of that person (though not yet in a full capacity), but honestly, I’m already so tired. About five weeks ago I was in Boston, the week after in Houston, fifteen days ago still in DC, fourteen days ago had already been in Tokyo, and twelve days ago slept peacefully in Bangkok, and ten days ago was finally in Jakarta! Well, not yet done, the day after I continued with two days meeting in Bogor. Now I’m in Yogyakarta, and the following week should be (again) in Tokyo, then San Francisco for three days and soon back to DC. Don’t believe it, I’m still a student but why so busy?? I need to be home.

Yes, the hardest part is: I don’t have a real place called permanent home right now, everywhere I go, other places (where I have been living) will still be connected and follow, makes my life incomplete. Unfortunately, it will be like this, until I’m done with my study (and keeping my dream in my head).

Living on a jet plane is part of my life for a while. Looks good but not really good.

I'm living on a jet plane,
Don't know when I'll be back again,
Oh babe, I hate to go.