You are never going to be my last, but wherever I go, wherever my feet take me, I will always be proud and honored that you were my first.
Everything was unexpected; unlikely, in fact. The opportunity to come and meet you had arrived like an episode of snow in a country that had known only rain and sun all its life. It was both confusing and exciting; hard to believe, yet I badly wanted to believe it. And soon, I came to find that it was real, and the sheer realness of it all painted everything with the colors of dreams coming true. It sounds like a cliche, but you are a dream come true. And more than anything, I'm hopeful that you will stand as the first in the series of better things.
Indonesia, my first impression of you was this: You are eerily like my Philippines.