I have lived in many places, France, Libya, Japan, Germany, Mexico, New York, and other beautiful places around the world. 

 

I like to write, and somehow it became a hobby for me. Wandering around beautiful places, I tend to express my memories and all the excitedness in a jurnal. I like to make stories too, and since it became a hobby, why not make some money from it, I thought. Since many people and random people too, said how marvelous my writing is.

 

 

 

This all started when i decided to be a traveller. If I didn't travel so much I'd probably wouldn't be a writer and my mother was the one that actually inspired me to do that.

 

My mom was a single mother. She raised me alone, because my father died around when I'm at 2 years old. Didn't long after that, she followed my dad. But before she died, she messaged me, don't hold back anything, you're free now, go on and fly, my beautiful daughter. Do what you want to do and be happy. 

 

I didn't really catch up what she meant back then, but I think I am now. I am happy. 

 

I was actually just a normal student just like everyone at their ages when something happened that made me sure, maybe my mom was right, I was born to see the world outside the window.

 

So here I am, the big adventure girl, backpacking around the globe. 

 

 

 

I usually moved from place to place in a midshort time, I didn't want to miss a time observing new places. Even though the places I went were beautiful, I still managed to kill my ego from staying at one place.  However, something is catching up with my ego and make me stay here in London for a litle bit longer than my schedule supposed to be.

 

It was a waiter named Kwon Jiyong. Nothing else I could tell, I only knew his name.

 

I met him in a cafe, and I was just arrived in London, enjoying the view. I opened a book while waiting for my coffee delivered to my table. Without my notice, the waiter already stood maybe for a long time in front of me. I heard someone coughed and I lifted my head up. He was smiling to me.

 

That waiter put my coffee down and sat in the chair in front of me, enjoying the scenery.

 

He then said, "I hope I don't mind you. The cafe is about to close and when it is, I always sit here whenever I got my shift in this place. " He paused and continue, "beautiful scenery with beautiful person. Perfect right." That time, I could see he blushed. Then he went back again smiling at the scenery. His black orbs were shining, reflecting the night's lights.

 

 

After few things, I decided to make him as an inspiration for my new book.