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We will always know when is the first time, but we can’t be so certain about the last time.
And thus, we crave for closure.
I remember the first time I landed in Københavns Lufthavn, the Copenhagen Airport for the first time and I said to myself
“Wow, I am in Europe. I am in Europe, alone, chasing my dream”.
That moment was clear, it was my first time in Copenhagen. My first time in Europe which was also the door to so many first time thing that I will experience during my autumn semester exchange back in 2019. When the experience comes to an end, I said to myself before leaving the airport that this will be my last time coming to Lund and living in Lund.
Lund, as much as the beauty this city holds, it was quite depressing for me. The small town was tranquil for my busy soul who was used to the hustle between Bandung, Jakarta, and everywhere possible every two weeks. The situation led me to be sure that I would not return to Lund and that would be the last time I lived here.
Obviously, that was wrong. Totally wrong.
As I indulge that busy and hustling lifestyle again full-time in Jakarta, I long for the quiet and slow-living moment Lund has to offer. I tried to look into other…
