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As a kid, my wish was to grow up, get married, have kids, and die in my hometown. I loved it that much. I still do.

Circumstances pushed and allowed me to move other places around the globe for 11 years.

So I moved back home, ready to give back.

The past 6 years, I poured my heart into @ilustra.see hoping I could contribute something to my birthplace.
I convinced myself, I needed to be here.

But,

I neglected the fact that my asthma got much worse and I contracted mildly-severe bronchitis due to the pollution.
I refused to believe that I got a chronic nerve impingement because maintaining an active lifestyle took so much more effort here.
I rejected when advised to be careful in building relationships only to be heart-broken when I found out the people I trusted talked behind my back (a lot).

This past year was the breaking point.

My neighborhood became a miniature of Indonesia.
The place was lush, well cared for, relatively clean.
Then, someone with too much money for their own good starts buying some of the houses.
They begin burning trash on the street.
They chopped off the trees.
They brought their motorbike gang friends to vandalize the walls.
Their many kids don’t go to school but would ding-dong ditch, throw firecrackers, or trash your lawn.
When confronted, they would look down, avoid, or resort to “I’ve been here first”
The authorities? They wouldn’t care. “We are all family. Let’s tolerate each other.”
So that’s what the rest of us do, what minorities like me do. We tolerate.

I resent this place.
But it doesn’t mean I don’t care.

In January, I will continue my study. I am fortunate to receive the Australia Awards Scholarship, a scholarship from the Australian government to help foreign individuals build their home countries.

This time, I will take off my rose-colored glasses.
I will contribute to my country, in ways I never tried before.
And maybe, the first step to do that is to be honest and accept that things here won’t be as I wished it would and that I am deeply unhappy with it.
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The way to healthy conflict resolution in relationships is intimacy. 

It's allowing ourselves to be seen— wholly. 

Which can be excruciating, especially when we're not used to this level of emotional intimacy. 

So instead we blame, shame (the other or ourselves) as ways of deflecting what's truly underneath the surface issue.

An argument in partnership is rarely about the thing that's being argued about; there's often an emotional root cause to get curious about.

But conflict in relationships is always—always—an opportunity for growth and deepening the bond... precisely because it asks us to step into deeper intimacy with each other. 

—Jovanny

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