sadly, as a kid who move from city to city, I actually remember the last time I played with my childhood friend, that’s a day before I moved back to Jekardah from Kupang. One of the saddest day in my childhood .
not exactly 'friends', but I remember the day when our family moved from cibinong to semarang. we're living inside a factory complex, and I was the last to leave. I shake hand with everyone around, and walk alone leaving the factory. there's a sense of a real good bye, and up till today, I only visit my old home once...
Iktf, aku juga pindah2 dulu. Tp jadinya ga punya temen deket, jd mungkin ngga terlalu sedih