In the end of the 2025, I went to Bajoe—a village in Bone Regency. Bajoe was one of the most mentioned place in my grand family because this place used to be my mom's home. My grandparents, my mom, and her siblings used to live there around the 70s to 80s.

The trip to Bone took 3,5 hours from Parepare. It was my first time going to Bone. As someone who grew up somewhere else and was constantly moving place to place, my knowledge about Sulawesi is always less. So yeah, there's always a new place that I've never been before or things about my family that I just discover now.

It was heart-warming to see my mom being nostalgic about place she has been before. She met her primary school's friends there. It was also my first time to know where my mom used to go to school. She told me where she used to play and stay. Then, I also saw the harbour office where my grandfather used to work and even saw his photo there. Lastly, my mom and I stayed at her relative's house.

The night was warm with laughter, stories, and ikan paku-paku bakar (the fish was so tasty and tasted like a crab!). The sea was dark and calm. The fireworks coloured the sky. The moon was hiding behind the curtain of the clouds.

Seeing my mom being nostalgic while we arrived in Watampone (Bone Regency's capital) and watching my mom telling her childhood stories with her friends just made me realize that my mom and I were so similar. We were just nomaden people who immediately got nostalgic about places we had been through.

🌙🚢

p.s. I wrote this in the ship (to where? I will tell about it later)

Day 2—Teluk Bone

In the beginning of 2026, I had my first long trip by a ship. I always wonder how does it feel to sail and how does it feel to be in the middle of the sea. Now I know and it was a very loooong trip.

 

Okay, let me tell the detail in Indonesian. ✌

 

Aku naik KMP Mandala Nusantara─kapal vintage (alias kapal tua bangka) yang jadwal berangkatnya paling pertama dari Pelabuhan Bajoe. Kapalnya engga terlalu besar, bahkan termasuk jenis kapal kecil. Aku ga tau kecepatannya berapa knot, yang jelas lambat banget. Sebenarnya ada kapal lain yang lebih bagus dan cepat namanya KMP Mishima, tapi sampai di lokasi tujuannya lewat tengah malam.

 

Kapal berangkat jam 11.10 siang, bersandar jam 9.30 malam. Aku dan Ibuku diantar kerabat sampai masuk ke dalam kapal. Sesampainya di pelabuhan, my mom ternyata ketemu temen SDnya lagi. Jadi bernostalgialah dulu my mom sama teman-temannya sambil nunggu kapalnya berangkat.

 

Nunggu kapalnya berangkat aja udah lama banget (sekitar satu jam). Awal-awal perjalanan, aku engga seasick walaupun ngetik di handphone, makan, ngegame, atau nonton. Berhubung kapalnya kecil, aku engga bisa banyak jalan-jalan juga di kapal. Emperan kapal juga penuh sama para penumpang.

 

Selama perjalanan, aku nonton dokumenter politik yang durasinya 4 jam itu (can you guess?), The Perks of Being Wallflower, sampai rewatch film jadul tahun 1940-an yang judulnya Gone with the Wind. Sinyal timbul-tenggelam, luckily, aku punya banyak persediaan tontonan di Youtube dan Netflix.

 

Menjelang sore, langit berubah gelap. Hujan datang. Aku yang tadinya mau berburu sunset di tengah Teluk Bone cuma bisa baring di atas kursi. I got a seasick and the ship was swaying hard. The waves and the wind appeared in the middle of the sea.

 

Setelah berjam-jam di lautan yang gelap, akhirnya kelihatan lampu-lampu Pelabuhan Kolaka. Yep, tujuanku nyebrang Teluk Bone itu buat pergi ke Pomalaa yang lokasinya ada di Kabupaten Kolaka, Sulawesi Tenggara. Ada apa di Pomalaa? Bakal aku ceritain nekstaym.

 

🌠🚢

Day 3—Pomalaa

This is my first time going to Pomalaa—a district in Kolaka Regency and also a place where my mom used to spend her teenagehood. After moving out of Bajoe, my grandparents, my mom, and her siblings stayed here from the 80s to 90s.

 

Well, I took this tunnel photo in front of my mom's used to be house. I will tell the rest in Indonesian. 🎙

 

Ｋｏｎｏｎ ｋａｔａｎｙａ, gua yang ada di depan rumah kakek-nenekku bisa tembus ke Pabrik Antam di masa penjajahan Jepang (gitu sih katanya, ga tau kebenarannya). Tapi, jalur gua di dalamnya udah buntu sejak Ibuku tinggal di situ dan dulu jadi tempat main Ibuku sama tante-tanteku waktu mereka masih remaja.

 

Hari kedua di Pomalaa, aku diajak berkunjung ke rumah sohibnya Ibuku yang sekolahnya selalu bareng dari SMA sampai kuliah. Kami makan siang kapurung yang sangat mantap.

 

Sorenya, aku dan Ibuku keliling kompleks Antam. Ibuku tunjukin dimana dulu sekolah SMP, SMA, sampai pergi ke rumah yang dulu pernah ditempati. Seru banget dengerin Ibuku cerita gimana masa SMAnya, jalan ke rumah, dan gimana rimbunnya dulu pohon-pohon di sekitar kompleks Antam.

 

Hmmm apakah suatu saat aku akan seperti itu? Tapi bakal susah kalo mau napak tilas di mana aku SD dan SMP. Kalo napak tilas SMA mungkin masih gampang karena aku SMA di satu tempat.

 

Sekian cerita hari ini.

 

🎬🌳 

Day 4—Avenoir

Avenoir means 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. The word comes from "The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows" and refers to "𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴". It shows a desire for alternative timelines, unlived experiences, and paths not taken.

 

When I was younger, I ever wondered about, "What if I grew up only in one place and never move out of that town?" Would I be bored? Would I feel attach to that certain place? Would I be less homesick? Would I be able to speak a regional language?

 

Humans always question about things even though The Owner of Universe already determined the perfect journey for them. Humans tend to imagine about the alternatives life they would be having if they took a different path.

 

For me, I used to conceive myself living sedenter. But if I grew up only in one place, where would that be? Even my parents come from two different islands.

 

Perhaps, being never attached to one place is the best option for me. Right now, I could feel homey anywhere and everywhere as long as my family is there. I could be anyone who comes from anywhere.

 

Even this smoll district could feel home for me. Everytime my mom felt nostalgic about places she had been before, somehow I also felt nostalgic (maybe I am just an empath).

 

My mom's story about her teenagehood in Pomalaa, my grandma's story about their home here, my aunt's gentle voice when they mention this place somehow makes me feel like this place is also my home. I am so grateful to have family who lives here so I can explore different side of Sulawesi.

 

Every occasion has a meaning behind. Every path I make always leads me to the best option that Allah had planned for me. Every road I take will lead to the best option.

 

So I think right now ... the most important thing is that have to trust Allah about the journey Allah would give me and always improve myself to prepare for the truest destination (𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩).

 

⭐🍃 

Day 5—Misfit

Misfit; 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

 

I used to think that I was a person who easily adapted to new environment, quite approachable, and easily get to known people. Maybe that is still true. But honestly, as I grow older, it is getting more difficult to open up and get along with friends.

 

Sometimes, I am having a mind of a 17 years old but at the other time, I am thinking like a 60 years old. I still do the hobby that I did since I was younger. But, I do not really have the desire to socialize and have much fun while being young (am I still young?).

 

All I know is that I am 25 years old but I still figure out what I want in this world. To end up alone? To end in a marriage? (I know this thing is not my concern because death, rizq, and partner were already determined before the world began)

 

Maybe, I am just a boring person who is not interesting and perhaps I have Non-Player-Character syndrome. I am just a side character and all I do is people watching ... or maybe I am invisible like a ghost in other people’s sight.

 

Well, that's why sometimes I consider myself as a misfit even though I have abilities to adapt well. It feels like … I will never be able to have close acquaintances anymore. The older I get, the more I understand that it is okay not to fit in people my age. My principles and my view about this world might different and─I know─everyone also has different views.

 

Life is short anyway. The entire world is temporary. This feeling of being a misfit will go away someday … or probably this whole misfit trait had been carried by me since my childhood. Through primary school to secondary school, I had been moving school for 9 times. Maybe actually I am so used being a misfit, a new face in the crowd, and an easily forgotten existence. Even when I stayed in one place, I still never fully fit in or attached.

 

I think that's totally fine. I am just going through a human’s life. Just remember, what are we chasing in the world actually?

 

(Do not count how much I said maybe in this post). 

Day 6—Smoll Town   

Compared to big cities, I always prefer smoll town especially if the smoll town were located near the sea. My favorite kind of smoll town has the not-too-quite-not-too-crowded ambience. I don't really like crowded and I don't really mind if the town is boring.

 

I also like Province Capital that is not too far and not too remote. Is it difficult to comprehend? I like staying in a town closer to the sea, despite the hot wheather.

 

A smoll town in my dream ...

When the rain and the wind come, I could taste the salt in the air.

When the crystal-clear-blue-water beach is close and near.

When the sunset has the right hue of pink and orange.

When the chirps of sea gulls and swallows were audible from the my room's window.

 

The place that only exists in my head becomes my sanctuary and my secluded space. That's the reason I always prefer smoll town because the smoll town resembles the hiding place in my head.

Day 7—Day 7th

Oke. Ada tema dari 30hbc buat nulis hari ini, tapi aku enggak berkenan nulis tema yang udah ditentukan karena aku merasa enggak 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 sama istilah yang ada di tema hari ketujuh itu. Daripada aku buntu nuis, mending aku nulis yang lain. :D

 

Aku baru nulis ini pukul 20.00 WITA. Jadi, tulisan ini bener-bener impromptu. Hari ini adalah hari ketujuh aku berada di Pomalaa. Hampir tiap hari aku selalu pergi lihat laut. Hmmm sama aja sih, di Parepare juga hampir tiap hari lihat laut.

 

Tapi, kali ini aku mau cerita sedikit perbedaan pengalamanku selama di Parepare (Sulsel) dan Pomalaa (Sultra). 𝘊𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘵.

 

Di Parepare, suara klakson (?) kapal jadi pengisi suara sekaligus penanda jam 8 di pagi hari. Kadang jamnya juga ga tantu, tapi seringnya jam 8 pagi. Suaranya keras banget dan terdengar jelas dari rumah.

Di Pomalaa, suara sirine pabrik antam jadi penanda jam 7 dan jam 7.30 di pagi hari. Suaranya juga keras dan bahkan sirinenya bisa kedengeran dari pantai.

Di Parepare, pemandangan laut dihiasi KMP (Kapal Motor Penyebrangan) atau kapal ferry. Saking seringnya duduk-duduk di pelabuhan, aku sampai hapal kapal Prince Soya sama Queen Soya.

Di Pomalaa, pemandangan laut dihiasi kapal tambang yang membawa hasil bumi entah kemana (kalau kapal ferry adanya di Kolaka).

 

Di Parepare, daratan yang kelihatan dari garis pantai namanya Ujung Lero (Parepare itu kalau dilihat di peta berbentuk teluk).

Di Pomalaa, pulau yang kelihatan namanya Pulau Maniang dan Pulau Padamarang.

 

Di Parepare, suasana jauh lebih ramai karena ... namanya juga Kota Madya.

Di Pomalaa, suasana sangat tenang karena memang kecamatan (tapi jangan remehkan kota kecamatan yang satu ini) dan sedikit berjarak dari pusat Ibukota Kabupaten yang ada di Kolaka.

 

Sekian cerita hari ini.

 

p.s. Please don't get bored seeing me upload sea pictures.

 

Day 8—The Art of Showing Up

[Foto diambil di Puncak Mowewe, sebuah tempat yang kulewati hari ini. Pardon the power cable and the power pole.]

 

Hari ini aku ke Kendari untuk kedua kalinya dan aku berharap bisa lebih sering ke sini. Walaupun kota ini emang sering dibilang orang-orang "gak ada apa-apanya", jauh dari kata ramai, bandaranya kayak bandara kabupaten, dan ... sepi, kota ini tetep jadi tempat aku quality time sama ibuku ditambah di sini banyak tempat buat kajian sunnah. :D

 

Kota ini mau disebut homebase? Engga juga, soalnya aku baru dua kali ke sini dan aku belom pernah tinggal lama di sini. Mau dibilang tempat pulang? Bisa dibilang iya juga, selain Parepare dan Karangpucung (yang udah lama engga kukunjungi).

 

Kali ini aku menempuh perjalanan darat ke Kendari dari Kolaka selama kurang lebih 4 jam melewati jalan yang berkelak-kelok.

 

Kalo dipikir-pikir, jauh juga ya buat nyobain perjalanan darat+laut dari Parepare ke Kendari, ibaratnya kayak dari ujung Barat ke ujung Timur pulau Sulawesi. Padahal, aku belum pernah coba perjalanan darat yang mengitari huruf K (Sultra-Sulteng-Sulsel). Penasaran bakal sejauh apa rasanya, nekstaym boleh dicoba.

 

Hubungannya sama judul di atas apa? Sebenernya hari ini aku engga begitu mood buat nulis, tapi aku coba buat nulis cerita hari ini (my account, my rules). Makanya kutulis The Art of Showing Up (even though I do not really want to show up).

 

Day 9—Favorite Books in 2025 📚

Today, I am gonna share my favorite books in 2025. Honestly, it's not difficult to share what are my favorites in 2025 because I didn't read that much (mostly I read manga last year 🥲) and I am easily pleased by any kind of genre.

 

However, I can say these are my ⭐ TOP THREE ⭐

 

✮ Trisurya - The Three-Body Problem by Liu Cixin

This book has complex and thought-provoking plot. I like how this book made me thinking about the possibilities of outer space creature that beyond our mind. :D

 

✮ The Secret History by Donna Tartt

I like this book because the characters are charming and deranged in aesthetic way. The book mentions a lot about Classic Literature but I think this book is not really academia. I just like how unhinged the whole story is. :D

 

✮ Royal Assassin by Robin Hobb

I have read Assassin's Apprentice and Royal Assassin, so this year I am anticipating to read Assassin's Quest (the 3rd book). The second book actually focuses on Fitz's tragedy and his point of view toward the oligarch games in Elderling's Realm. HOWEVERRR, I like the high-fantasy genre and the world-building in The Farseer's Trilogy. :D

 

OKAY. I think detzit for today.

 

Day 10—My Childhood in Sumatra 

Tema hari ini salah satunya konten tentang Sumatra. Jadi, aku akan menulis sesuai tema yang diadakan 30HBC.

 

For me, Sumatra is a big part in my life. I spend my childhood in Bengkulu, Sumatra Utara, and Riau. Unfortunately, aku udah engga punya kontak teman masa kecilku waktu dulu aku tinggal di sana.

 

Ingatan pertamaku muncul di Bengkulu. Pasir putih, gajah, dan pantai. Somehow these are part of my core memories. Waktu itu aku baru umur 2 tahun, jadi semua ingatanku tentang Bengkulu samar-samar. Aku hanya ingat secuil memori yang dibumbui cerita dari orang tuamu. Ditambah, waktu itu aku hanya tinggal 6 bulan di salah satu daerah yang bernama Argamakmur.

 

Memori tentang sibuknya orang pindahan muncul pertama kali ketika aku pindah dari Bekasi ke Medan. Tahun 2008, bulan Ramadhan. Waktu itu nama bandaranya Polonia. Walaupun cuma tinggal sebentar, aku ingat beberapa tempat yang pernah kukunjungi di Sumatra Utara—Berastagih, Pantai Belawan, Pantai … (yang aku engga ingat namanya), Danau Toba, Pematang Siantar.

 

And I still remember my first childhood friend before I moved to Medan was also coming from Medan-Aceh family. They might already forget me but the memories remain.

 

Setelah Medan, aku pindah ke sebuah kabupaten yang bernama Rokan Hulu. Selama 9 bulan, aku tinggal di Pasirpengaraian—ibukota Kabupaten Rokan Hulu. Kalau disuruh nunjukkin dimana aku tinggal dan sekolah waktu di sana, aku masih ingat banget.

 

Truk-truk sawit yang lewat hampir tiap malam, listrik yang bersumber dari genset tiap malam, dan banjir yang sering muncul di sekitar sungai tiap kali habis hujan. Aku masih ingat kebun sawit yang menghampar luas, lahan yang hangus sepanjang perjalanan ke Duri dan Dumai, hutan rimba Bukit Barisan yang kulewati waktu pergi ke Bukittinggi di Sumatra Barat.

 

Those places become part of my lifes. Those memories shape me.

 

Day 11—A Story from NTT

2013 was the year when I moved a lot in a span of 12 months. It was one of the most memorable years in my life. Let me tell the story when I moved to some place in Nusa Tenggara Timur called Kefamenanu.

 

Kepindahan itu jadi momen pertama kalinya aku menginjakkan kaki selain di pulau Jawa, Sumatra, dan Sulawesi. Tahun 2013, aku pindah ke Pulau Timor. Waktu itu aku belum ganjil 13 tahun dan sebenarnya baru pindah ke sekolah baru tapi ternyata baru 2 bulan di sekolah baru, harus pindah sekolah lagi. It was kinda insane because the record from the school before I moved to Kefa was nonexistent :D

 

Kalau dilihat dari sudut pandangku yang sekarang, enggak kebayang gimana susahnya ngurus pindahan sekolah dalam waktu singkat yang pindahnya ke Kabupaten, bukan ke Ibukota Provinsi. Aku yang waktu itu masih umur 13, mana mungkin mikirin hal kayak gitu. Pikiranku waktu masih bocil tiap kali pindah cuma “yeay pindah lagi” tanpa pusing gimana ribetnya ngurus pindahan. (Sekarang enggak mikir gitu lagi ☝)

 

Kefamenanu jadi tempatku menjelajah tempat yang baru. Walaupun hanya tinggal 6 bulan, tempat itu jadi tempat yang sangat berkesan buatku. Temen-temen sekolah yang baik, keseharian sekolah yang enggak biasa, pelajaran PAI di luar kelas (karena ga dapat ruang kelas buat mapel PAI), ngerasain bulan Ramadhan tanpa dengar azan maghrib, dan pergi ke tempat yang indah.

 

13 years old me tasted another side of Indonesia.

 

Beberapa tempat yang pernah kukunjungi waktu tinggal di Kefanenanu─air terjun Oehala, Pantai Wini, Pantai Kolbano, Atambua, dan lihat pacuan kuda secara langsung. It was very memorable for me and I was so grateful because I used to have an SLR camera to capture the moments. :')

 

Kefamenanu made my pre-teen era became so wholesome, after Yogyakarta and Malang (I will tell about it next). The moments will always be cherished in my life.

 

Day 12—Mundane Days

It's a bright sunny day and it's still the beginning of the year. The wheather lulls me into a reverie.

 

It's just a mundane day and─I know─a mundane day is a blessing; being able to do the dishes, clean up the house, take care of pet, go out to buy groceries, and attend a kajian while still having spare times left are things that I used to wish for.

 

Sonehow, a spiralling thought appears in my mind: yet I don't feel like accomplish anything today.

 

In the end of the day, going through a day is an accomplishment itself.

 

Day 13—Unremembered

Unremembered: 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺

There are times, when some memories are completely deleted from my brain even if I try to remember ... it is like standing in the face of black void and the emptiness is there to hug me tightly if I step forward.

 

There are also times, when the memories are way too bright, vivid, explosive, and radiant.

 

Few years ago, I ever stayed in Malang. I took these picture in slide 1 but I didn't remember where was it.

I didn't hike that time because I went there by a car.

While the pictures in slide 2 were taken in Bukit Premium last year and I did hiking for the first time.

 

Sometimes I can not believe I was ever living in Malang 12 years ago. However, the junior high school student ID card that I carry everywhere said the otherwise.

 

The memories were real even though my subconsciousness tried to be unremembered.

 

Day 14—Exchange

They stood in the mirror, stared at each other, and decided which one should walk through the daylight. As they touched the cold-temperature mirror glass, they switched places. While one of them was hiding, the other slipped out to the outside world. They knew when to hide, to show, and to switch. The mirror was the only witness their exchange, as well as their untold secrets. 

Day 15—Title: A Door Beneath The Ivy (2026)

One of my 2026 goals is: consistently painting, drawing, and writing. This is my first painting this year :D Nothing special, I just make an attempt to warm up my painting skill because it's been a while since I paint.

 

There is also no deep context behind this object. I just want to paint something with soft colours, and voilà.

 

🌿🌸 

Day 16—Title: The Sunset (2026)

Last year, my cousin and I saw this beautiful sunset in front of the hospital. It was the day when both of us had to take care of our grandma for the night so my aunt could take a break after staying in hospital the whole day.

 

Before we switched with our aunt, we went out to buy snacks and ended up going outside the hospital. We were so astounded by the grandeur view in front of us.

 

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.

 

It was just a sunset, but the moment was so lovely. We laughed and couldn't stop adore the sunset. That time, we were so grateful for being "orang Parepare" eventhough—actually—we were not really coming from Parepare.

 

After spoiling our sight by the sunset, we went back to the hospital and we stayed there to take care of our grandma.

 

It was just simple moments─watching the sunset, staying in the hospital for grandma, and spending time with cousin—but it was unforgettable. So, I cherish it through this painting.

 

🌅❤ 

Day 17—Places I’ve Been

I made these paintings for landscape study, but every painting had stories behind:

 

1. The Sunset

I've told the lore behind this painting yesterday.

 

2. The Road

Inspired by a road picture that I took last year in my trip from Batulicin to Banjarbaru. It was Idul Adha day and I was in a DL trip from working in Batulicin for a week. The road was quite because everyone else was celebrating Idul Adha.

 

3. The Hill

Inspired by a scenery that I saw in Bukit Premium. I also added the line clouds that made me imagine a scene from Makoto Shinkai movie. It was the moment when my classmates and I just arrived on the top of the hill. 

 

Day 18—Why do I like Painting and Drawing?

I love painting because it soothes my chaotic mind. I like drawing because when I draw, my mind

only focuses on one thing—drawing.

 

It is nice when my brain stops wandering for a while and only focus on how I brush the right shade, how I put my vision into a paper in front of me, and how I pour down my feelings into art. Moreover, my heart always craves to create something.

 

Well ... sometimes it is frustrating when my hands can not paint what I imagine.

Sometimes my drawing is just simple-meaningless-silly scribbles.

Sometimes my art does not meet my expectation.

 

However, I enjoy the process. I enjoy moving my brush on the watercolor paper. I like seeing the result eventhough it is not on professional level.

 

Someone said, “Struggling at your hobby is also part of doing your hobby.”

 

Detzit. That is why I like painting and drawing. 🎨🖌

 

Day 19—Yogyakarta

[The picture was taken in the Southern Beach of Jawa island in 2014]

 

In 2013, I had ever stayed in Yogyakarta for only three months. Well actually ☝ I was supposed to move to Yogyakarta in 2012 but I had to stay with my grandma to ‘𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺'. However, my parents told me to move to Yogyakarta in the end of 2012. Maybe I was fated to experience moving school constantly in junior high school era.

 

It was pretty short times, but I still had good times living in Yogyakarta. Even before I moved to Yogyakarta, I often go back and forth to Yogyakarta because my parents lived there (that time). I still have some memories from Yogyakarta.

 

For me, living in Yogyakarta was one of the sweetest part in my life. My parents also used to go to college there sooo they used to to share stories about Yogyakarta, showed me places where they met up, and retraced their youth. Staying there was a heart-warming moment in my life. I will always cherish that moment in my life.

 

I also had a best friend from my junior high school era in Yogyakarta that we still be friends to until right now. 🌸 I wish I could visit Yogyakarta again.

 

As I said before, 2013 was indeed memorable. Honestly, aku merasa enggak begitu serius sekolah selama tahun itu. Pikiranku waktu itu cuma “habis ini pindah ke mana lagi?” (sekarang juga masih mikir gini)

 

Di awal tahun 2013, aku tinggal di Yogyakarta.

Maret, aku pindah ke Kefamenanu.

September, aku pindah ke Malang.

Di pertengahan 2014, aku pindah sekolah lagi ke sekolah awal yang di tahun 2012.

 

Jadi bisa dibilang, selama SMP, aku sekolah di 4 tempat yang berbeda. Anyone can relate?

:D

 

Menurutku efek dari kehidupan pindah-pindah semasa kecil buat aku yang udah umur 25 ini membuatku mudah beradaptasi tinggal di mana aja dan enggak 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 tiap berada di tempat yang baru, 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙞 di lain sisi bikin aku merasa enggak pernah 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩 ke tempat asal manapun.

 

𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

Day 20—Camping

When I stayed in South Kalimantan, I went camping several times. At first, I was just curious about how does it feel to join camping. So, when my co-workers held camping and asked me to join, I agreed. It turned out, spending time in nature was quite enjoyable. :D

 

Back in 2023, I went camping for the first time in Pulau Pinus, Aranio. Not gonna lie, it was full of effort because we had to take kapal klotok to arrive in camping site because the camping site was in the middle of Waduk Riam Kanan. We had to bring all of the camping equipment, cooking supplies, and our things by the boat. There was many people who joined.

 

A year later, 2024. Aku join camping lagi di Lembah Bajuin, Tanah Laut. Seru juga camping di lembah yang berhadapan sama tempat sapi merumput. Waktu itu, agak mendung tapi untungnya masih bisa stargazing dan grounding di bawah sinar bulan.

 

Awal tahun 2025, aku join camping di Bukit Batu. Waktu camping di Bukit Batu, yang join cuma empat orang dan waktu itu agak dadakan. It was kinda unexpected to camp in Bukit Batu. Baru kali itu, aku bangun tenda malam-malam. Waktu itu juga gerimis. Walaupun yang ikut cuma sedikit orang, tetep seru.

 

Terus di pertengahan tahun 2025, aku camping lagi di Tahura. Menurutku camping di Tahura ini yang paling memorable. Momennya, obrolan tengah malam yang ngalor-ngidul, pemandangan langit yang kulihat waktu itu─semuanya sangat berkesan. It was the first time I saw Milky-way Galaxy clearly.

 

Hal yang paling aku suka kalo camping:

BBQ-an, dengerin orang-orang ngobrol tentang berbagai macam hal, stargazing, grounding a.k.a. baring di bawah langit, minum minuman hangat tengah malam, tidur di tenda, bangun ngeliatin alam bebas, baca buku di alam (yes I always bring my book everytime I went camping), dan menghabiskan waktu sama orang.

 

It is not bad to spend times in nature sometimes; to connect to humanity; to socialize and laugh with people; and to enjoy the moment.

 

Camping made me appreciate life more.

 

⛺🌙