7 Posts for The 7th year : The Fourth Year

(Previously First year, second year, and the third one).

The year when everything looked great outside yet it felt extremely grim inside.

After survived five years of residency, thought that we finally could relax a little bit.

Not really.

After a month of being geographically single parent during the first year, The Boss said we needed to level up.

A government mandatory service suddenly came 2 months before graduation for 5 majors only. He sent the doctor again, this time, for a whole YEAR to another secluded hospital in South Borneo. A literally hospital in middle of nowhere, surrounded by paddy field and forest.
We thought five years of (crazy) residency life was enough.

The funniest thing, they CANCELED this policy exactly right after he completed it.

Life and its funny jokes never cease to amaze me till I was too tired to laugh.

But as always, He took care the rest. Sent to a place where we met kind people, acceptable place of living, and the best thing was we could have two weeks off every month with full salary. It allowed us travel seven times this year! Nailed riding on plane, train with the baby alone.

(The story).

The whole part of traveling was so exciting.

Therapies began.
Enrolled school 3x a week and 1-2x a week daycare on my working days.

Started showing quite significant progress in few months. When we saw progress, I thought we had finally ‘arrived’. Yet, we hadn’t.

In spite of ‘forcing’ all activities in Indonesian, what kept coming was the other language. There was still something off that couldn’t be explained by months of interventions. It felt so frustrating because even the professional seemed no idea what and why.

There were times during long driving back and forth from Kemang to Cipinang three times a week, the mind wondered why all these things seemed so pointless. We were grateful for the progress, but something was really missing here.

Yet, stopping didn’t seem a better idea.

Who said your efforts would always be paid off?

Oh, please, it wouldn’t.

Who said your efforts would never betray you?

Oh, it would, big time.

This part was darkest gloom.

Comes from a family who don’t take birthday (let alone the party) seriously, this year was the very first birthday party she had.

School set new standard of birthday and couldn’t (or wouldn’t) follow it. So,to cater that, I just set mine. It was nice though.

A confusing year to describe.
It was great with some weight.
It was fine yet full of concerns behind.