To be honest, I’ve been planning to quit this job since… the first month I moved to Jakarta. And I’ve been waiting for an opportunity for doing better than this. There are plenty, but I lost it.

I’ve been bored. I don’t see any better future by staying here, but I stil can’t move on to another step. I stay to keep my bank account’s not empty.

My mind keeps telling me “…hold on a little longer. …hold on a little longer.”

I see friends come and go, the old ones quit, the new ones come, the old ones that already quit come again. And I’m still here, stuck.

…hold on a little longer.

but, how long is ‘a little longer’?