Beautiful Goodbyes
After 3.5 years, finally I decided to resign from my engineering position. Okay, nothing interesting, end of story.
Or not?
Well, indeed the story with last company had ended, but memories are not really easy to be forgotten right? So let me share with you a not-really-interesting story about my goodbyes.
Yes, I understand that people usually post this kind of story in their LinkedIn, about how they got an amazing journey back then, expressing their gratitude, and thank their colleagues. However, I prefer not to do that here and this will be more than that kind of post. Thinking about that, words came to me lately because I feel uneasy. No, it’s not that I regret throwing the resignation letter to my boss, but rather I have to let go several things that have been mine for too long.
Saying goodbye to my colleagues is not that hard. Yes, they are amazing people, there are so many memories in my head about them. Some works directly with me and teach me, some probably hates me, and some of them really inspires me, including my supervisor, but yet people come and go in our lives so there is no need to be sad. Besides, I will probably see them again in the near time because I still work in the same industry though. Let’s begin this list of goodbyes:
Goodbye my “legendary” guitar!
I never went to music school but I really like the sound of guitar. When I was in elementary school, I really like when my friends start playing guitar and I portray myself in their positions. I understand I don’t have the luxury to go into music school or even buying a guitar, so I bury the desire inside me. However, in my senior high school I have the opportunity to buy my own guitar and start learning by myself.
Has it worked? Not really. Yes, now I understand the basic chord and musical scale, but still, it does not make me a good guitarist as in my imagination, and yet I still love learning and playing my guitar every day. The guitar was Yamaha C315, the cheapest C-class Yamaha you can buy. It was an easy-to-use guitar and everybody recommends it so I bought it and liked it immediately. Also, because I have a bad habit of biting my nails, sometimes I can’t play the fingerpicking part properly without the ‘pointy’ nail. And if you read some of my stories, you know that I can’t sing so I also really like to play fingerstyle.
After many years together and many strings replacement, finally I have to sell my guitar. It’s not worth anymore bring it to my new work location because the cost will be higher than its price (I’ve done it previously so I know). It does not take much time to find a buyer and I have to say my goodbye to my ‘legendary’ guitar. The fretboard is not smooth anymore and I can see the scratch on top of the laminated body, but I guess my fingers and ears were too foolish to recognize that.
Goodbye my “ancient” motorcyle!
I was only 7 when this motorcycle comes into my house. In my junior high school, my dad used this motorcycle to bring me, my twin-brother and my younger sister to school, 4 people at once every day (please don’t ask whether it’s comfortable or not). In my senior high school, I am ‘the chosen one’ to bring this motorcycle every day to school and for my daily activities. This motorcycle ‘stayed’ with me when I move 700 kilometers away for college and 1500 kilometers for work. My dad always said to me to bring the motorcycle to service station even though no problem encountered, so I do it for more than 10 years. The result? This motorcycle still works perfectly!
There are some bad memories about this motorcycle too, I ever had a crash with another motorcycle and the steering rod was bent away so I had to pay a high amount of money to repair. In my first year of junior high school (I was 16 so of course no driving license), I have to deal several times with police, repetitively got caught and causing me to late to arrive at school. And lastly, let’s be honest that this motorcycle is not really beautiful, stable, or fast. Some of my friends and colleagues make fun of me because I still drive old and grumpy motorcycle, but I don’t care anyway as long it still works and safe to use. To be honest, my parents also told me to sell it and bought new one because I can afford new motorcycle too, but I refuse for the same reason that I don’t care.
However, the time has come that I have to sell it. Letting go of this motorcycle has bring me a lot of uneasiness, but what I can do? I just hoped that the new owner will take care of him as much as I do. 19 years together, who counts? Damn I wish I can bring him for one extra year and make it twenty…..
And lastly, goodbye Balikpapan!
Even though it was only a short journey, Balikpapan has got me a piece of memories to bring. It is definitely not the most pleasant place in Indonesia, it is hot there, the food is relatively pricey than in Java Island, the road goes up and down endlessly, and I can continue this list further but you’ll be bored first. However, the traffic here is better than most of big cities in Indonesia, I like the church and its community, I like the beach and forest scenery in the morning whenever I run, and I also like the ‘quietness’ of this city in the midnight so I can fully enjoy my night-riding.
Now, I guess this is the beautiful goodbyes of this chapter. It’s time to start looking for new guitar. I am not sure about the motorcycle, I’ll think about it later.
