Since I graduated from elementary school, I don’t have my own room in my house. I usually stay at my sister’s room. I spent my 6y high school in a boarding school (3y junior in a boarding school which is 15′ driving from my home and 3y senior in Serpong, Tangerang). Then I moved to Bandung to continue my undergraduate study and I had been living in Bandung for about 5 years. I recall that this year I will celebrate the Id Al-Adha in my hometown, Surakarta, after 8 years. 8 years!!! WOW! I didn’t realise I had been missing my mom’s rendang cooking for 8 years.
Do you like to wander around the world or settle down in one place?
When I first left my house to stay at the boarding house, I cried like crazy. Everyday my parents and my grandpa came to visit me. I called home everyday. I wanted to go home. I didn’t like it there. I was only allowed to come home once per two weeks on Friday. For the first few months, I always went home. Time passed and I started having many friends and hanging out with them. Then I barely came home on Friday. I didn’t call my parents that often too because they always came to visit me once per week.
In 2004, I moved to Serpong, Tangerang. It was kind of a huge shock for me. From a small city to a big city. It’s the capital, Jakarta. The metropolitan. yeah yeah, I know, Tangerang is in rural Jakarta or Jakarta coret. My father usually visited me once a month because he has several businesses in Jakarta and there were many direct flights from Surakarta to Jakarta. In contrast, my parents barely came to visit me in Bandung, West Java. Why? Because there wasn’t any direct flight from Solo and it was hard for them to take 8h train trip. My father came to Bandung once per year because of the ITB alumni events or reunions. But I didn’t feel sad, I came home every holiday: twice per year.
I am so used to moving around and living in many places although my family stays in Surakarta, Central Java. It is 1h by plane from Jakarta and 8h by train from Bandung. Apparently, it becomes one of my first world problems: once I get so comfortable in one place, I start thinking to move. I start thinking, “Where to next?” Even I cannot stay longer at my parent’s house. I want some…challenges. I want new environment. I want to get lost.
My concern now is my parents. Without me realising, they are getting old and I barely spent many times with them. My father is always the first person who encourage me & my siblings to wander (in Indonesian: merantau.) He insisted that me & my siblings should study outside Surakarta. Amongst us four, I am the one who study the farthest. From 15′ driving from home until 22-24h flight (plus transit time) from home. Honestly speaking, I am expecting the next destination should be more than 24h flight (plus transit time) from home – Surakarta. AMEN!
I know there must be one point when and where I should settle down. I am ready for that moment to come. I am coming home at the end of this month and I am looking forward to spending more quality times with my family. I am looking forward to arguing with my father (we always did that!), I am looking forward to hearing my mother yelling on me about how messy my (sister) room is, I am looking forward to listening my siblings’ stories, I am looking forward to..meeting them!
and yet.. I am preparing for my next destination. Where to next? This will be a surprise!!!