Jakarta Bound is a travelogue about life in one of the largest and most densely populated cities in South East Asia.
It had been a little over three weeks since I had arrived in Jakarta, but it had felt like three months. Eventful for mainly the wrong reasons, apart from my trip to Jogja, my time so far had been pretty unsatisfying and frustrating to say the least.
Of course, niggling little issues are to be expected when moving to a new country, especially when moving from a European country like Britain to a mega city in a developing country in Asia. But the huge cultural changes weren’t too much of problem. The disorientation of being in an unfamiliar place and the unfamiliarity of everything was actually one of the things that excited me. No, it was simply not having the anchored security of my own place to live.
This was the first time in my life I didn’t have my place. A place that I could call my home. A place from where I could manage all the little obstacles that are part of daily life. I was confident that I would meet people and build a social life with other expats. I was confident that the estate agent back in Manchester would eventually find a tenant to rent my house. And despite the relatively humble income I would be getting for teaching at EF, I was pretty confident that I would manage to live fairly comfortably during my time in Jakarta. But until I had a decent place to live, all of that confidence was on hold and every issue seemed like a mini-mountain to conquer. And the fact that sheer misfortune had thrown itself in my way just as I was on the cusp of resolving my housing issue made me feel like my bold adventure was destined to be a disaster. This feeling was wrestling with my determination to remain optimistic.
I didn’t want to be negative, because negativity breeds negativity, but come on! Did such a fun night out really have to turn into such a fucking calamity? Did the first guy I befriend really have to be such an irresponsible letch? Am I simply a magnet for chaos? Had I travelled half way across the world in search of a paradigm change in my life only to realise that the chaos I was trying to escape was actually an insidious part of my own destiny? Or was I just overreacting? I had my health after all, which is priceless. Time would tell; or was it already telling!? Fuck! Fuck, fuckity, fuck!!!