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Another moving out (deep down i don't wanna leave)

I was driving my car under the blue sky, listening to my favorite song of The Script's, feeling so full after a bowl of warm chicken porridge and cold americano. Manado was bright that day, i couldn't ask for more.

A call passed by my phone, it was my boss calling.

 "You'll move to Lampung, you'll be handling the GT." He said. I was shocked. 

I couldn't barely express my feeling. I didn't know what to say, or what to feel. I got so many questions on my head. 

"Why do i need to move to smaller city?"

"Why smaller numbers of team and scope of work?"

"Why me?"

I knew right it was a part of company's productivity plan, where people are being cut off, where people are moving from one role to another, where people are shocked by surprises they never wished for. 

Here's my analysis of the pro and cons of moving to the new city:

(+) It's much closer to home. I even cut 2mio in my flight cost back home.

(+) Everything is cheaper. It's Sumatra, not the eastern of Indonesia.

(+) It'll be easier for me to travel abroad.

(-) The channel. Why GT? I was on a hybrid role yet why do i move to GT?

(-) Smaller scope of work. I don't think i can do much in this role, can i?

(-) I'm not ready to say goodbye to all of my friends, everyone I met in Sulawesi, and i probably won't meet them ever again.

It shocked me even more when my boss asked me to visit the new area as soon as possible. I left Makassar for 2 weeks due to VP visit in Manado, i left it the next week for Conference in Jakarta, and i have to leave it for the next 2 weeks for new area handover. I was sad, Makassar was my comfort place and i don't think i have anywhere else to go. I've built so many relation, good and happy life in here. I'm not sure I'll like my new place.

I eventually flew anyway. The moment i arrived in Palembang and Lampung, Southern Sum, I judged that it wasn't a nice place. I have no idea what's the nice thing of the city other than it's cheap cost of living. Well, the "cheap" component was never be my top of priority anyway. It was on the bottom. 

Im willing to spend much for a "good quality of life" that i knew i deserve. Makassar is one of it. The expensive meals, house rents, overpriced coffees, was never be my problem as long as i got a nice city to live in, surrounded by the old buildings to run and stroll around, big malls and pools, close to the beach and sea where i can dive and see the sunset as easy as grabbing the salt in my kitchen. 

Knowing that I have to move from Makassar to Lampung, where the "comfort standard" might be dropped far, i cried. I have no idea what to feel but i cried, loud. Not even a week in Lampung and i already missing Makassar, the place where i belong, the place where i feel safe, happy, full, the place i call home.

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