Skyr í búð.

Skyr in a store.

Panonceau en créole dans une zone résidentielle (lieu dit Lamarre), dans les grands fonds de Sainte Anne, en Guadeloupe (France). Traduction: Levez le [votre] pied, il y a des enfants qui jouent ici.

Sign in Guadeloupe creole on tree in a residental area (Lamarre, unincorporated) near Sainte Anne, Guadeloupe, France. Traduction: “Slow down, children are playing here!”.

Tonight was Saturday night. Tonight which I spent eating veggies kiwis and potatoes and cheese and tofus and onions, sipping cold vanilla home-made milk while getting myself drowned into some random (lovey) movies. Everything’s practically clear enough, isn’t it? A story of me , unexpectedly before, spending her satnite at home. Not that I’m those wild teenage girl with long hair nor the ‘gaul’ one who’ll always spend her weekend mingling around the malls, clubs, cafes, or else. I’d never ever classify myself as that.

“You’re going home? So soon??” I remember clearly just what exactly everybody said tonight.
I gave a quick “Ya, need some rest” to most of them. Nodding.

Everyone was so shocked, stupefied abruptly knowing that I was about to go home at 8pm. I was not NOT in the mood, my mood was fine. Its just, I needed my home mostly cause socializing haven’t given anything even near what I want. So I went home so early, despite those annoying traffics and else. My mom and 2 sisters virtually possessed to the Pondok Indah, so I left 3 of them shopping around.

Stomachache. That was my 1st thought as soon as I got home, my head was spinning like hell. Home wasn’t better, I thought. Grans said hello and asked for me to join the TV family spectating, I just gently said no and went to my badroom.

I washed my whole body, changed into pajama suit getting myself hugged with a blanket in an Aircon-ed room. Finally, bedroom!

A sudden feeling crawled upon my head and spoke “This is not the right thing. Arche, what am I supposed to do to make myself feel better?!”

I couldn’t even handle myself into comforts, how can I settled down with a boy and make him feel happy? I shook my head, disturbed by my own minds and thoughts. So I went off bed and moved into my mom’s room in minutes.

I am now.. in heaven. Where everything’s white, springer, better.. BESTER. Is that even a word? I mean, best-er. So its better than the best.

CLICK. Door opened, my Granny, she was in. Ruining my heavenly shut eyes under pile of clean pillows and blankets. I wouldn’t move, not even an inch, not even if my mom’s home and get mad when she sees the mess I have made. It wasn’t a sleep, just me closing my eyes in deep, deep relaxation. Almost dreaming, but not. That’s what I’ve been doing for this whole time for my own sanctuary, resting my mind and soul.

Well done. My refuge yet a perfect homey getaway. Thank God

“Can you meet me halfway, right at the borderline? That’s where i’m gonna wait for you.”