It’s been a long time since the last time I watched How I Met Your Mother continuously. I used to watch it while having meals in my dorm room back in bachelor’s. I was so engrossed in it. It was one of the shows that accompanied me going through college. Every time I had a hard or leisure time, I watched the show. Over and over again. It felt very relatable for me, for some reason. I was pretty emotional and dramatic back then. It helped that my then love interest liked to watch the series, too. He and I talked about the show right away after the new episode came out. It was lovely. Until one time I identified myself as Ted and him as Robin. I started to feel a little uncomfortable watching the show after that. The show reminded me of how such a fool I was. I watched it less since then. Quite a while later, another man came into my life and things ended pretty abruptly between us. He used a How I Met Your Mother reference by calling me Robin Scherbatsky. I think that was when I stopped watching the show altogether. Too many unpleasant memories.
I was in Prague about two weeks ago. I visited A, a best friend from college. When I was in her flat, we watched How I Met Your Mother together very often. I still knew all the stories and scenes by heart. And I thought, you know, watching the show didn’t hurt as much anymore. It was nice and nostalgic. Made you think of those more innocent, cheerful days. So now I’ve been watching the show again when I eat my meal in my flat in Milan. It’s nice.
I’m going in a trip to Myanmar (Burma) with a friend for six days. We are going to visit Mandalay, Bagan, and Yangoon. Right now we’re waiting to board the plane from Changi Airport Singapore. Whoops, that’s the announcement! The plane is ready for boarding.
Talk to you all later!
These are my second hometowns, Linden and Williamsport, Pennsylvania. I spent a school year here as a high school senior. I was born and raised in a capital city in Indonesia, so it was a relieve when I was placed in a small town USA. My host family house is perfect in every way! It’s a big, pretty wooden house surrounded by hills. There’s this hill next to our house that I liked a lot. I climbed up there a few times when I was there this summer. The view was very pretty from up there! It was very quiet, too. I wish we had that kind of place in Jakarta (which is impossible). It was nice when I was back. I accompanied my host dad running errands in town, watched DVDs with my host brothers, met up with friends and people I hadn’t seen in years, visited places I missed. It was just a very, very nice time. I wish I could stay longer but my then bosses wouldn’t let me (they were generous enough to give 10 days off work for me to visit USA on holiday). Oh, my host family got a dog a year after I went back home. Her name is Rosie and is a golden retriever. She is such a sweetheart! I walked her and took her to the hill next to our house. I went to a creek to bathe her too with my host dad. All in all, summer in small town USA is a summer nicely spent!