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The Credits

We were moving on the first day of the new month, at the beginning of Friday. Three of us did Quran reading together after maghrib prayer to mark the beginning of the new journey.

If I could make some calculations of what this house is made of :

  • 20% goes to the doctor’s sweat and blood, day in day out, weekdays, weekend, morning to late night, and I am grateful for everything he has done.
  • 10% goes to someone whose energy, determination, discipline, and courage are fully invested to turn this house into a home.
  • Another 10% goes to the blessings that the little girl brings and the prayers of our parents.

So, to whom the rest of the credit goes?

When I looked back to everything that we’ve been through, we did all the efforts that human can do and it just stops there.

We’ve actually been searching for a place of our own since 2013. We visited the very same apartment four times in few different years with a serious thinking of buying in mind. We calculated everything and thought we were really ready.

The weird thing was, there had always something stopped us for unclear reason. We just didn’t proceed. But, resumed again everytime.

Until there was one circumstance that made us have to rent in that exact apartment then we understood why there was always something that prevented us to buy it.

Our life there was quite good, but, definitely not the place we want to stay for a long time. In fact, we moved out three months earlier than the actual lease because life surprised us with a job offer from one of the best cities in the world and it changed our life forever.

In London, the house searching was once again beyond my imagination. I had marked so many places in the north London because I thought the tube line goes straight to the doctor’s hospital.

What I didn’t know was the process wasn’t that simple as we had here. Among so many places that I marked, we only managed to have two viewings. One was located above the grocery shop, another one came unfurnished, which both were not an option.

We only had few days left for our AirBnb rent and suddenly we found one, but in South East London, the complete opposite what I have planned. Since we had no choice, so we just went for the viewing.

We fell in love right away. It was beautiful residence and neighborhood by the river Thames in zone 2. Most of Indonesians chose zone 4 in the north because of the price and other considerations, but, we got this place so close to the city, with a better tube line, schools, little forest nearby, and so many more.

The administration was also another story but, it would be too long to put here. In short, we moved in just few days after and in one night I turned the rent into a home.

The story could go on and on, but, I’ll just stop here.

So, the rest 60% credit for this house goes to The One and Only Who enables everything for us, Who takes care of us wherever we go, Who shows ways out, Who listens to all those cries and pleads. The One Who allows us to have what we have.

He allows us to be healthy in spite of all the hard work we have to do, he opens so many doors we couldn’t even see. He protected us all through the way from the beginning to the end.

He literally fulfilled the smallest detail of the wishes, but, nothing comes easy and I fully understand that part, in spite of my loud whining.

In one of my regular morning readings in this new home, while having the whole house as my view, the two verses I read have this meaning :

“And He provides for him from (sources) he never could imagine. And whoever puts his trust in Allah, sufficient is (Allah) for him. For Allah will surely accomplish his purpose. Verily, for all things has Allah appointed a due proportion” (Quran 65:3)

Let the man of wealth provide according to his means. As for the one with limited resources, let him provide according to whatever Allah has given him. Allah does not require of any soul beyond what He has given it. After hardship, Allah will bring about ease”.(QS 65 : 7)

No words beyond Alhamdulillah.

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A Huge Milestone : A home of Our Own

Adulthood hits differently.

It’s been few months hard actually, but surviving this January is another story.

When I thought I was already on the edge of my sanity, then more tests would appear to see if I still could take some more.

Since last year, building a nest from the scratch has been our most difficult challenge. We’ve been moving places, survived moving in and out cities and countries, but this one has been on another level.

The searching part took months long and not easy. We spent every weekend went here and there, called this and that, asked and did viewing around to so many places.The buying part stretched the head and heart to their maximum potential.

Then, here came the renovation part which turned to be like building from the scratch.

I supervised the rebuilding of my childhood home from the scratch in 1998-2000 while all the family members were living in another province in another island. I went around here and there with my late mother in 2012 to build another house, still remembered how tiring those experiences had been.

But, I didn’t have strong emotional attachment to any of them. I witnessed the processes, the progress, but, they weren’t my own projects. They didn’t cause me any sleepless nights or countless headaches, heavy breathing, or occasional crying. Even asthma returning daily.

When we finally decided to sign up for this, I knew it would be hard, but I didn’t know it could be this level of hard and so beyond emotionally draining.

The twists.
The misses.
The cries.
The frustration.
The anxiety.
The countless checking to the smallest detail.
The continous daily nagging.
The repetitive reminder for a single work for weeks.
The hopelessness felt day by day for so many reasons.
When I thought I was being too fussy and maybe just let it flow to be more sane, but how? It’s all our sweat and blood. It takes more than money to arrive here and there’s no way I could just leave it without the best fight.

The process to turn the house into a home is another pain. I didn’t know we have to think about every single important thing, not just lovely decoration seen on the gram.

It doesn’t stop there.

Dealing with the countless decluttering, loading and unloading, packing and unpacking, moving big and small things from the apartment to the new house little by little, every single day, thinking about the new set up here and there.

Dealing with multiple appointments with technicians to set up the appliances, house decoration, house service and security and many more.

For the past three months, my daily view has been boxes, bags, trolley and trashes and it’s really torturing for someone who needs highly ordered and structured life to thrive. I mostly survive with the eyes on prize on my mind.

For the past three months, I also do a bare minimum parenting. More nagging than nurturing. Neglecting a lot of responsibilities, skipping many important details and just let it go.

For the past three months, I’ve lost interest to many things and the only thing I could think of is about the house and the moving.

Masya Allah, I have no idea before this is the unseen price we paid for buying a house.

For the past 6 years, we’ve been living in few different full service apartments which everything is covered and it has been really easy. I love living in apartments more than I could think of. A small space that is relatively easy to take care of, good and comfortable access to everything like food, shopping, entertainment, groceries, anything. It’s just one tap away from where we live. Whenever we encounter a problem, it’s just a call away to the reception and someone will ring the door and fix the problem.

Receiving any packages is another huge advantage that I would surely miss. Here, we don’t have to receive it on our own. Be it goods other food. It will be taken care of and we just have to pick it at anytime we’re available and it would be safe.

Return to live at home is a huge change. I am quite nervous actually. But, we finally decided to do this because we can’t grow when it’s too easy and small. There were times when everyone had online meetings altogether, we had no proper places to do it. Also, since we rent the place, there are a lot of things that we want to do but couldn’t.

I am also thinking a lot of my daughter too. Owning a house means having responsibilities and taking care one is the way to teach and prepare her for that. She has responsibilities too in the apartment but as she grows, she needs more to learn.

I don’t know where and how life would take from here. But, what I’ve always known that Allah’s timing never miss anything.


We actually had started looking since 10 years ago to own a place on our own. We had four times period where we almost bought an apartment in our first rent place. But, I didn’t know why we didn’t proceed every time it appeared. Like something always stopped us.

I couldn’t imagine dealing with such a huge decision other than now. I couldn’t count how many times He makes it possible so many impossible beyond calculations.

Behind all those exhaustion, I kept thinking about many things where we had it easy and it’s not small feats indeed. I kept telling myself to count all the blessings to balance all the hardships felt inside. It didn’t eliminate the headache, the cryings, but, to maintain the sanity and energy to keep pushing through until the finish line.

After almost two years of journey, so here is the new beginning on the first day of the new month in a place I wholeheartedly call 🏠.

Bismillah. Bismillah. Bismillah.

PS : don’t listen to any advices that you need to buy a house ASAP. In buying a house, especially in this country, you need to do it a.s.a.p. As slow as possible. Take your time, have as much money as possible to cover your other expenses other than the house bills (which is A LOT), do a lot of researches, viewings, and, loud praying.

Owning a house before 30 sounds cool, but, unless you already really know where you’ll be settling down for the next few years, it would be a good idea to hold the decision. Since we’re far from rich, has no parents to help us with this, it only makes sense we could only afford it at the end of our 30s. It takes time to save the money to afford the house and a home that we want. After several years of moving, I come to a conclusion that the law of buying a house is just like one for marriage. It’s not compulsory.

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Days to Remember

My thought whenever life is in on the bottom of the curve :

“I will remember this painful, emotionally-draining period of life to understand what learning, sowing, and building feel like. Something is fishy when it is easy. When it’s easy then you’re not doing it right”.

I will remember endless heavy breathing taken, the mind full of thoughts, life is in autopilot mode, early morning crying over so many things, waking up to the gloomy feeling, days filled with lots of emotions to handle, and go to sleep exhausted.

My thought whenever life is in on the upper line of the curve :

“I will remember this calm and peaceful feeling to remind me life once was this good and fully understand that everything in life is fleeting, so I will enjoy this while it lasts”.

I will remember waking up full of energy, lots of plans made, so much time to appreciate little things, going out and walk feel like vacation, routines feel rewarding, taking a lot of pictures of anything, walking around and doing self-talking,”this is what being happy feels like” and, usually, writing less than usual.

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These Days Feel Hard

These days feel hard because you’re currently living daily life with so many things going on at the same time.

These days feel hard because you’re constantly dealing with appointments, countless setbacks and misses, endless expenses, and the guilt of not being able to meet the standard of many important things as you’ve used to.

These days feel hard because you see too intense chaos daily, here and there from the past three months.

These days feel hard because all these things seem so endlessly complicated. There’s always one thing after another and you keep wondering when this will end.

These days feel hard because you’re heading to a big change and a huge commitment after several years moving from one (place) to another.

These days feel hard because in spite of dealing with such a big change, other responsibilities still keep running and there’s no pause button or someone who will takeover those responsibilities from you.

These days feel hard because you’re about to leave all the advantages you’ve been living for the past three years in this place.

These days feel hard because you realize the next few days or few weeks are going to be the last days where all things in life have been so much easier, simpler, faster, more comfortable than it has ever been in your life.

These days feel hard because you fully realize this is a final goodbye.

Or, maybe,

These days feel hard because you entertain your overthinking skill too much.

These days feel hard because you have imagined so many things that (un)likely to happen.

And above all,

These days feel hard because you put too much pressure on yourself and not enough trust to The One Who Takes Care of all affairs.

These days feel hard because you seem to forget that He has been taking care of you to the smallest detail wherever you have been in this world.

So, breathe. breathe. Breathe some more.

And relax a little bit.

These days feel hard because you’re building something from the scratch, working on something which is really important, worth fighting for, and as always, nothing worth having comes easy.

So, hang on a little bit longer. You’ll get there.

And remember, you’ll never walk alone.

2.05 am of sleepless night rant in a dark living room-

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Open Tabs

Life these days feel like having multiple tabs opened in your brain.

It’s constant clicking one tab after another, returning back and forth among tabs and there are moments when I feel like my brain could explode because it couldn’t handle the intense and continuous work it has been doing.

It’s constant thinking every waking moment. Not for only one, two or several things, but, countless.

It’s continous labouring, cleaning, throwing, organizing, tidying, every single day. Not only in one place, but several.

Schedule packed with moving things here and there. Went back and forth between home to few places for at least three times a day. In the most hectic one, it was five times.

Currently writing while waiting for some technicians to move the last huge piece from the house.

Looking back what we’ve been through a week ago, especially last Sunday, it felt surreal to be able to safely pass that week sanely.

The text I sent to the doctor few days ago,

“I am already on the edge of my sanity”.

But, who knows?

They say sky is the limit, no?

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President = Parent

Being a president is similar to being a parent.

You need a lot of energy,
Physically fit,
Mentally ready,
Adequate knowledge,
Emotional maturity,
Financially strong,
and to be fair,
age matters.

You can’t achieve all of that in early 20s,
Or in the late 50s.
Best soft spot for being a parent is between 27-37 (personal opinion).
Best range to be a leader is 40-63, just exactly like Rasulullah becomes a prophet.
No younger than 40, no older than 63.

Why being an older parent is not recommended other than medical issue?
No adequate energy left because you have to deal with a lot of things inside your body.
You can’t take others well while you can’t even take care of yourself.
Being older is also being slower (and lazier), that’s why grandmas/pas don’t fit to raise a kid.
They only suit for the easy part. They’re tired already.
while parenting and running a country are fast paced job.
You might have the money, but without the energy to do the thinking, it’s disaster.

We might have never been able to raise the bar too much for this country, whoever is chosen later, things might not improve as much as we expect, but at least, we hope to not return to where we started, or worse than now.

Hopefully.

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Failure(s)

If many choose to launch their new goals for the new year, I want to write more about my recent failures.

This long holiday season I felt like failing to give better experience for the little girl. Usually, I came up with a lot of ideas, I took her outside to new places, visiting parks and museums, new ice cream spots etc, but, not this holiday.

Besides trip to Dieng and a week of sports holiday camp, she spent most of her holiday at home, sometimes alone, doing her routines, getting longer sleep, some chores, a bit of writing in English and Bahasa Indonesia, a bit of math, and, well, more screen time than usual.

I want to defend myself by giving some excuses, saying that I have had a lot of things to deal with since last December until now, and it has been emotionally and mentally draining. I need to be outside a lot without her, and when I am too tired, I barely have any energy inside.

It doesn’t stop there.

I let her snacking more than usual too. School days might be a lot of work, but, it makes me stay vigilant. It makes me prepare more and better. But, this holiday, I tend to opt for shortcut. I take a lot of easy way.

In short, I’ve been doing a lot of autopilot parenting for this holiday and I am so sorry for this.

But, what I have observed, she seems happy because I have been less nosy and fussy (of course), she does things I ask her to do when I am away, and I don’t bother to correct any of it.

So I also wonder, is a bit of autopilot mode is necessary?

But still, I am not happy with what I do. I’d rather be fussy and nosy doing the right thing than being smiley doing the easy thing.

This is actually an important period where I couldn’t be slacking and loosening too much. School is back on Monday hopefully I get back on the track too.

There were times when I wish there would be someone to take over the parenting job temporarily when I have to deal with other stuff that requires a lot of my energy.

This is the real struggle of raising a child.

The subsequent failure I am still failing to control myself better whenever something does not go according to the plan. It’s tough to stay calm and composed when life throws some lemon. I want everything to be done and solved quickly and feel so frustrated if the solution makes me wait because it depends on other people.

Can I have better self-regulation, to be more clear-headed and light-hearted, please?

How? Still keep searching about this.

I still have a few other failures to confess, like failing to write more consistently and spare specific time every day no matter how short to just sit and write as I promise myself, but those two above are the ones that make me feel bad the most.

Well, by pushing the publish button for this post, this is me actually, trying to make up for what I failed to accomplish previously in a small part of my life.

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You Can’t Hurry Love (and Life)

*you sing you lose*

The first post of the year about something that has been lingering on my mind based on few circumstances experienced lately.

One

I’ve been volunteering in an English bootcamp and dealing with a lot of 20s something since 2022 and I find one thing common about them : relationships seem to be something that they want but reluctantly pursue.

Why? Because it’s hard.

“It’s complicated”. ( In Indonesian, they called it ‘ribet’ and I think it’s described what they feel better than complicated).

That was most common response I heard.

This is aligned with a rant from someone who threw a question on the internet that generated hundreds of responses:

“Why current 20s don’t date and prefer spend their time playing game?”

Again, complicated mentioned several times.

Two

A conversation with a longtime best friend who visited the city a month ago (she lives in DC) and a poll on the internet both expressed a similar thing.

The most common place where people nowadays find the one is : Internet.

Three

A podcast heard during exercise. The guest was a CEO of a matchmaking company. It was really interesting until I put my dumbbell and just listened to it.

She explained that the demography of their client had changed drastically before and after pandemic. Before pandemic, most clients are around age 32-40. But, after pandemic, she started dealing with younger clients around 24-28.

While both age groups of clients have similar intention about their purpose of joining the matchmaking, they have different way to navigate the process.

The first meeting from the older group is more about knowing each other. They talk about everything and looking at possibilities if the first meeting can turn into a second one and so on.

While the younger one, they came to the very first meeting with an exact expectation and goal : marriage. So, the question they asked was so specific to consider whether their opponent is eligible and feasible for a marriage they want. The CEO said a salary question had always been thrown at the first meeting by this age group, especially from women.

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Well, firstly, finding someone with whom you want to spend your life with is indeed a complicated task.

Many might disagree, but I still think finding someone to work together to go through ups and downs in life is an important quest to pursue during someone’s 20s. You don’t have to get married in your 20s, but at least, take this matter seriously during that period.

After several years of marriage, I came to the conclusion that it’s a huge responsibility to bear alone. It’s totally okay to ask help for this one, but, ONLY AFTER, one knows at least what kind of partner (s)he’s looking for. You could ask help to find a good match, but do your homework first.

I think one of the things what makes those 20s said relationship is complicated because they don’t know what they’re looking for. They might just use common, fairy tale standard when they’re looking for some qualities in someone.

I don’t say the problem is solved once you know what you want (or you don’t want), but at least, you have a guiding principle for your quest. İnternet makes it worse. The standard becomes blurry when we keep looking at the others’ life too much. Their standard could become ours if we don’t really know what we’re looking for.

From Shane Parrish’s Clear Thinking :

“If you don’t know what you’re looking for, you’re unlikely to find it, just as you’re unlikely to hit the target if you don’t know what you’re aiming at. When you don’t know what’s important, you miss things that are relevant and spend a lot of time on things that are irrelevant”.

That’s why I wrote previously being an adult really needs adequate amount of emotional intelligence. Knowing your self is one of them. knowing what makes you tick is crucial.

Second, since it’s complicated, personally, it’s quite impossible to do it quickly. Internet makes everything easier and faster. It’s a good starter, but not good enough to judge a character.

During my 20s, most people around my age (myself and all my siblings included) that I know married to someone they know at school, university, workplace, courses, or any kind of places where both could meet regularly for certain period of time. It doesn’t have to be in a relationship, but knowing someone takes time and patience.

It takes time to see how a person deals with different circumstances. It takes time recognizing the pattern of one’s behavior. I always believe words and action could be deceiving, but, pattern exists and it doesn’t lie. It’s hard for someone to act out of their usual pattern. So, look for the pattern.

It also takes time (again, and patience) to build rapport with someone. We might be not impressed by the first sight/meeting/conversation, but, unless it’s a major issue, as long as the person suits your compulsory and at least the bare minimum checklist you want for a partner, I think it’s fine to give more try to the new friendship. No string attached.

Patience is surely an issue for these youngsters. Asking about one’s salary on the first meeting is definitely not patient. I wish more of them realize that it’s important to marry someone with good characters, not just their numbers.

In internet, we can be everything. One could fabricate anything to look shiny and promising and it could blind us. For me regarding things I see on the internet, if it looks too good to be true, then it’s too good to be true.

Another thing that I also noticed in these 20 something, they really love staying in, watching drama or whatever. Meanwhile, a potential suitable partner is just a like a well-paid job. You have to put yourself out there to find it. Let’s assume that we’re not a princess in a castle who will someday be saved by a knight in a white horse and shining armor then live happily ever after.

Totally understand that day jobs and other work are already hard and tiring enough. Rest is necessary, but it doesn’t have to be the compulsory.

I am talking from an introvert point of view who loves being alone and home more than anything. But, during my 20s, I clearly knew staying home and alone (and no money) wasn’t something that I wanted on the next decades. So, I worked three jobs to pay the bills and fuel my dreams, took a regular course after work to meet more people with the same interests, I said yes to some meetings with some people I was comfortable with, mostly old friend from high school and university.

We surely never exactly know who we will end up with, but, as we prepare ourselves, it’s important to keep our eyes and options open, which something that we couldn’t do if we just stay home.

Rest is good and important but, the 20s energy was too precious to be wasted on rest. You might have more money in your 30s, but not the same body and energy like you have in your 20s. For me personally, it’s the period where one should push more pedals with occasional brake.

Tired? There’s always price to pay. If it’s important, then why don’t we pay for it?

Of course, the 20s is not the only period where you can do all these things, but as we move decade, many other things are shifting too. We might have stayed in the same pool, but, we couldn’t stop life from happening. Change happens without our permission and before we know, we might be left with fewer options. The options available in your 20s is totally different with ones in your 30s or 40s.

“There’s always the next bus” is applicable here. Just like the bus service, as the night approaches, fewer bus is available. At certain point, there will be no more bus. The difference is the bus service will resume on the next morning while the years lost won’t.

This writing is more like an unsolicited advice to my daughter. I am thinking a lot of her (and actually my mother who kept reminding me about almost everything in this writing, which I couldn’t comprehend fully during my 20s) when I am dealing with these 20 something.

The current situation is definitely different than it was during my period. This generation and my daughter’s are definitely having things easy in their daily life, like everything is on their fingertips. But, it also comes with price regarding some fundamental issues they have to deal with as an adult. Like building a relationship which is impossible to be solved as quickly as ordering food through delivery service app when you’re hungry.

In the end, I just can help preparing her and pray. Hope a meaningful relationship with someone who has good characters is one of things that will be given in her card as she navigates her adulthood.

Amin.

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Being An Adult

… is hard.

That’s a bare minimum to be a functional one.

To be a well-rounded one in every aspect, then it will be many times harder and I realize only few could achieve this.

I am not talking about any achievements, titles, or anything that could label for someone as a successful adult.

I am talking about the hardship of living day to day to life, doing multiple roles as an adult.

It’s not about what you do for a living. You can be anything and it will be as well hard for everyone. Just different theme of hard.

I think it really takes a huge amount of emotional intelligence to be an adult.

Without that, it’s hard to survive life that is about :

Moving from one problem to another.

Dealing with one plot twist to the next one.

Facing series of unexpected challenges yet still have to be firm and act like show must go on.

No matter who you are, what you do, the emotional skills set needed to be an adult is pretty much the same.

Discipline. Endurance. Persistence . Perseverance. Tranquility. Creativity. Commitment . Last but not least, for me personally, spirituality.

It’s really a huge privilege if one grows up with those skills trained by the parents or the carers or the situation. It must not be easy, but, it’s much easier to learn all of those if one is young.

A successful adult can’t be determined by good scores on the report card, kind of trophies on the shelf, or lists of competitions or achievements on the paper. 

A ‘successful’ kid doesn’t equal to a successful adult.

Based on real life observations and situations, the price of having a successful kid is too expensive if the trade is having an adult who fails to thrive.

I agree with someone I read on the internet that said the goal of your parenting should be based on what kind of person you want your children to be when they’re 40.

The goal of parenting is not about having a successful 4, 10, 15,18, or even 25 years old human. But more of what kind of adult they will be at their 40. What characters stay with them in their 40.

Such a long way to go, isn’t it?

This is a writing done when I have been dealing with highly emotional situations for the last few months. Dealing with a huge project that gives me daily stress regarding to other people’s work, a big moving, yet other things in daily life won’t give you a break such as what should be served on the table for each meal, a big pile of laundry needs to be folded, the trash needs to be collected or sorted, the sink needs to be fixed, the sheet needs to be changed, and many other chores you can’t avoid or outsource. Worse, when you’re having fever while dealing with all of those.

I was whining out loud that day, although there was a voice inside my head who asked me “what do you know about hard compared to those people in Palestine?”.

It’s easy to neglect everything and just ignore them. But, until when?

Maybe, being an (successful) adult means fully understand there’s no shortcut, if you want to do and have things the right way.

Choose your hard is the only way to go in adult life and every choice comes with consequences.

You have to fight yourself for the countless time, to keep afloat, to stay safe and sane, amidst the pain, chaos, and confusion.

One can call life as an adult is better, more beautiful, more exciting. It could be true for some, but not really for others, especially if they’re not equipped with those emotional skills above. One could easily broken and turn into crumbs.

Money makes it (slightly) easier, only if you’re equipped with adequate EQ. Being an adult with money without emotional maturity, it’s a disaster. It could be worse than not having money at all.

Being married also could make adult life (again, slightly) easier, only if you’re with the right partner. Married to the wrong one, it would be another disaster. But then, finding the right one is not easy either.

So, guess the conclusion is clear.

Whether you have those mentioned above or not, one thing is certain for everyone, being an adult is hard.

Period.