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Eye Mask dan Stroller : Cerita Anak dan Uang

Mendekati tahun ke tujuh, saya mulai melihat sudah waktunya mulai mengenalkan uang ke gadis kecil ini. Beberapa tanda seperti pemahaman matematika dasar yang sudah cukup memadai, emosi yang sudah cukup matang, yang terlihat dari bagaimana dia bisa menahan diri ketika menginginkan sesuatu.

Dia sudah melewati banyak situasi marshmellow test dan lulus dengan baik. Hal lain yang juga sudah jelas terlihat adalah dia mulai banyak keinginan untuk punya sesuatu yang dia tidak terlalu butuh.

Sebelumnya saya pernah tulis hal yang berkaitan tentang uang di THR dan Anak. Sejak pertama kali terima uang THR, saya langsung pisahkan uangnya di salah satu tabungan saya yang jarang dipakai. Ketika saya rasa uangnya semakin banyak dan semakin membingungkan karena potensi tercampur dengan uang saya semakin besar, saya memutuskan untuk membukakan rekening sendiri untuk dia. Bank langganan saya punya produk untuk anak yang mudah sekali. Jadi, beberapa bulan sebelum kami berangkat ke London, uang anak sudah punya rumah baru lengkap dengan buku tabungan dan ATM dengan namanya.

Pengalaman menggunakan uangnya sendiri pertama kali terjadi dua minggu lalu. Entah belajar dari mana, tapi anak ini suka tidur pakai eye mask. Karena belum punya, dia gunakan masker scuba kartunnya di mata. Ketika satu hari saya dan dia ke toko peralatan rumah, ketika antri di kasir dia lihat ada eye mask untuk anak-anak dan dia tanya apa boleh kalo dia mau eye masknya.

Saya ngga mikir dua kali untuk mengizinkan dia ambil karena tau ini adalah sesuatu yang dia pakai setiap malam. Ketika saya liat harganya juga wajar, saya bilang,

“Boleh ambil. Bayar pakai uang sendiri ya. Ada ATMnya sama mama,”.

Liat ekspresi bangganya pas teken PIN ATM sendiri di mesin EDC seneng banget.

Setelah ujian 20 surat pendek yang lalu, ayahnya janji untuk beliin sesuatu kalo hafalannya bagus. Jadi sehari setelahnya berangkatlah mereka berdua ke toko mainan tanpa pengawasan dan salahnya saya ngga bilang jelas berapa batas harganya. Saya juga berpikir kalo ayahnya ngerti lah ya berapa batas wajarnya.

Ketika mereka pulang bawa hadiah dengan wajah sumringah, saya tanya berapa. Mata membelalak lebar denger harga yang disebutkan ayahnya dengan nada kasual.

Kami sebagai orangtua, secara pribadi punya cara pandang yang beda tentang uang dan saya jelas sekali melihat ini banyak dipengaruhi oleh pola uang yang diajarkan sejak kecil.

Saya terbiasa mengatur uang sendiri dari kecil. Pola uang saku saya adalah bulanan. Cukup ngga cukup harus dipikir supaya cukup. Ini berlaku dari SD kelas 4. Saya sudah nnenghasilkan uang sendiri setelah lulus SMA. Sedangkan ayahnya berlaku uang harian/mingguan. Kalo habis nanti tinggal minta lagi.

Alhamdulillah di frame besarnya kita cukup sepakat masalah uang ini. Tapi, ketika ke anak, perasaan jelas beda. Apalagi jelas uangnya ada. Apalagi anaknya sudah berusaha keras untuk itu. Saya sih sepakat aja, cuma rasanya kurang pas kalo anak yang sudah mulai bisa berpikir ngga diajarkan bahwa uang bukan sesuatu yang selalu ada. Uang bukan seperti kasih sayang ibu.

Ayahnya lebih dari cukup untuk membelikan mainan dengan harga yang lebih mahal, tapi seperti salah satu prinsip yang saya pegang dalam banyak hal termasuk mendidik anak, “Not because you can, it means you should“, begitu juga masalah yang berkaitan dengan uang ini.

Anak jelas belum bisa dan belum waktunya merasakan susah dan lelahnya cari uang. Tapi, bisa dimulai dari menghargai apa yang sudah dipunya dengan cara menjaga sebaik-baiknya. Tapi, itupun harus diajarkan. Gimana mau jaga kalo ngga tau dapetinnya susah? Orang taunya ada aja barangnya. Kalo rusak nanti juga bisa beli lagi.

Mau dijelaskan mahal atau murah pun abstrak buat mereka dan sama sekali ngga bisa diukur. Mahal itu seberapa? Murah itu kaya apa? Di hadapan anak ini boneka yang dibeli di Pasar Gembrong sama yang di Kidz Station ya sama aja kecuali harganya yang beberapa kali lipat.

Seperti hukum alamnya manusia dengan barang, excitementnya pun berkurang dengan waktu. Di hari ke berapa, hubungan dengan mainan barunya mulai merenggang. Dari di bawa kemana-mana selalu bersama, pelan-pelan mulai tergeletak dimana aja. Mulai sering harus ditanya bonekanya ngga diajak. Lalu beberapa hari setelahnya tiba-tiba anak ini mendekat dan tanya apa boleh dia beli stroller untuk bonekanya.

Tidak sampai seminggu kepuasan terhadap mainan barunya sudah menurun dan muncul keinginan baru. Di sini saya liat dia sudah mulai bisa diajarkan tentang prinsip kebutuhan dan keinginan.

Waktu dia mau beli eye mask, saya ngga ragu langsung bilang iya karena saya tau dia memang butuh, dipakai setiap malam dan dengan harga yang sangat wajar sesuai isi dompetnya.Tapi ketika dia bilang mau beli stroller, ini jelas masalah keinginan dan sama sekali bukan sesuatu yang mendesak.

Akhirnya saya ajak dia lihat harga stroller mainan di toko online dan dari sana saya bilang bisa beli tapi ‘kerja’ dulu. Sebelumnya saya juga bilang kalo dia bisa aja langsung beli untuk harga segitu dengan uang yang ada di dompetnya, tapi kalo terus pakai uang tanpa ada pemasukan, satu saat uangnya akan habis. Maka saya tawarkan untuk dia melakukan sesuatu di luar tanggung jawabnya dan bisa dapat uang untuk beli strollernya.

Sejak beberapa waktu, anak ini sudah punya tugas di rumah sendiri seperti halnya saya dan ayahnya. Beberapa hal yang berkaitan dengan dirinya sendiri dan sedikit yang tentang kebersihan rumah. Karena kami memang ngga punya ART sejak awal, jadi semua orang punya tugas masing-masing di rumah.

Tugas anggota terkecil meliputi membereskan tempat tidur dan kamarnya sendiri, menjemur pakaiannya sendiri ketika jadwal mencuci baju yang lebih banyak adalah bajunya. Kami mencuci baju seminggu 2x, dipisahkan warna. Umumnya warna bajunya adalah yang cerah dan batchnya lebih sedikit, jadi memang ini jadi tanggung jawabnya. Selain itu dia juga mencuci piring bekas makannya sendiri. Nah, untuk uang tambahan ini, saya menawarkan dia untuk mengambil alih sedikit dari tanggung jawab saya dan mendapat uang dari sana. Tugasnya sama cu sedikit lebih banyak.

Dia akan membantu saya mengangkat dan melipat jemuran ketika batch baju ayahnya yang lebih banyak dan berat lalu membantu saya mencuci lebih banyak piring selain piringnya sendiri. Satu sesi dihargai Rp 10.000.Setiap selesai satu sesi, dia akan menagih uangnya dan saya berikan uang fisiknya.

Saking semangatnya, semua sesi yang dibutuhkan buat beli stroller selesai dalam waktu dua hari. Strollernya pun ngga mahal. Sesuai kemampuan anak 7 tahun aja.

Target awal semua pekerjaan selesai dalam waktu 3 hari. Selesai terkumpul, dia kasih uang sebesar harga strollernya dan saya pesankan di marketplace.

Senang sekali liat dia semangat kerja karena punya sesuatu yang dituju. Pada dasarnya anak ini (dan semua anak-anak fitrahnya) suka juga bantu, lebih sering dia menawarkan diri dibanding saya nyuruh. Saya sebagai orangtua yang seringnya lebih pilih cepet beres dan ngga ribet, tentu lebih seneng ngerjain semua sendiri. Membiarkan anak yang ngerjain tentu lebih lama, lebih sering kerja dua kali, tapi di sini intinya mendidik bukan?

Bukan tentang apa yang orangtua mau, tapi tentang apa yang anaknya perlu. Jadi, kecuali ada alasan yang sangat krusial sekali, saya sebisa mungkin tidak akan menolak bantuan yang dia tawarkan dan selalu bilang terima kasih karena sudah membantu.

Saya sangat kagum sekali melihat langsung gimana anak-anak belajar. Mereka benar-benar menirukan apa yang mereka lihat dan dengar. Bukan apa yang orangtua suruh. Jadi sebenarnya memang ngga perlu sampai berbusa ngomel, cukup tunjukan perilaku kaya apa yang kita mau mereka punya. Children see children do.

Ketika saya menawarkan untuk membantu dia menjemur pakaian yang memang tugasnya, dia menjawab dengan jawaban yang hampir selalu saya kasih, persis tanpa ada yang kurang sedikit pun,

“Thank you for offering the help, but I can do it by myself for now,”.

Lucu dan sok tau.

Kenapa bukan dikasih uang saku?Menurut saya, belum waktunya. Apalagi dengan masa pandemi ini, kebanyakan di rumah, uang saku sepertinya masih bisa di waktu mendatang.

Hepi dengan mainan barunya?Jelas.

Tinggal berapa lama aja hepinya berlangsung yang kita ngga tau.

Tapi yang penting, saya dan dia sama-sama belajar sesuatu yang baru.

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Daily Menu at Home

As we have been studying the first batch of Juz amma for more than a year, we brought an exam simulation to the little girl which planned to be done at the end of this month. But, suddenly she asked us to do that yesterday.

“What about now?”

Just like that.

So we wrote down 20 surahs she had learned in a small paper and she would pick it. Passing mark is 70% of 20 surahs. She did it pretty well. Calm and confidently. I asked her another bonus surah since my favorite wasn’t picked up.

Statistically, 20 surahs in a year are not that much. But, just like in any other subjects I have been teaching her, I prefer going slow and consistently done without zero days.

We didn’t enroll her to any school for these six months. We have secured a seat in one of primary school for the next school years. So within this interval, she just studied at home with me.

I can’t and will not teach her like any real schools. Her daily schedule would be like this :

One quran session after subuh only lasts for 15 minutes.

One iqro session after dzuhur only lasts for 20 minutes.

One piano session in the morning only lasts for 40 minutes.

One numbot session before piano only lasts for 30 minutes.

One reading together session before bed only lasts for 15 minutes.

One mixed subjects after piano session only lasts for 30 minutes.

As she loves reading, she is usually doing it in her free time by herself. Other than that, it’s free time. She could play, singing, watching, or whatever. Sometimes I take her outside cycling or just going around to do grocery and bakery visit. She gets one hour of trash in youtube kids everyday and another hour to watch real thing in either Netflix or Prime Video. She always wakes up by 5 am and goes to bed before 8 pm and by 8 pm, her day is done. My shift ends.

Setting such schedule above, we aim for nothing but building good habits. What we want to build is the habit, the exictement and the love for learning. For the sake of learning, not for grade, not for exam, or for any prizes. The habit that will turn into values and in the long run become the character and hopefully the destiny. The legendary Atomic Habits from James Clear summed it well below :

Recently, I also have been reading Simplicity Parenting from Kim Payne. He said in the introduction page :

“Daily activities says a lot about who we are as a family. You can see what a family holds dear from the pattern of their everyday lives”.

The rest of the book told exactly everything that we have been done. What children needs is secure environment to grow. How? Through regularity and daily rhtym at home. They need to know what to expect each day and there’s no better way to do it than setting and having daily schedule at home.

I am currently enjoying the result of rhytm and regularity that has been built since she was baby. She has been waking up at 5 since she was a baby. Few years ago, I wrote two similar in this post and this one.

When she ate for the first time, her first meal was fruit juice right after wake up. Seven years later, the first plate she has after subuh and Quran is still the same.

“Children depend on the rhythmic structure of the day—on its predictability, its regularity, its pulse. They benefit from dependability and regularity throughout childhood, but especially in the first three years, when the greatest learning takes place unconsciously. Not only can children find security in the patterns of daily life, they can begin to find themselves”.

Setting regularity and rhytm to the child’ daily life is not only beneficial to the children. It makes parenting much easier. We don’t have to find new things to do everytime.

Boring? no.

Why?

That explains why she is rarely to never display any tantrum, in whatever setting we have been. We dont only bring this regularity and rhytm in daily life, we bring it everywhere. During our traveling time, we wake up at or before 5 am for subuh and followed by first breakfast with fruit and bread then an hour later for rice. We always go out by 8 am and always back home by maghrib. By 8 pm, we are all in bed.

That explained why I had never enjoyed Paris, Tokyo, or Seoul at night. Three times in London, the one and only night time in London was this day of witnessing the beauty of London Night life.

Do I miss a lot? Not really.

Because it’s more important to enjoy everyday of the whole seven days than to sacrifice the rest of holiday for the sake of enjoying one beautiful night.

More importantly, staying healthy after the holiday is as well a point to note. With keeping our daily regularity and rhytm during traveling, we keep our physical and mental health altogether. We resume our daily activities again right after arrived home.

There are a lot of good points from the book such as the importance of art for young children, the benefit of having silent time, to declutter things like the toys, books, clothes, as well as the schedules. Having clear space has strong relations with clear mind. We simplify things to live better.

Just like the big message from the book : Our life will be simplified by simplifying our child’s.

Yes, it’s really true.

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Go Public Transportation!

Going around with public transportation is one of the most enjoyable things to do in a city.

Wandering aimlessly is therapeutic. It’s space and time needed to declutter the mind.

Somehow, I feel safer being inside the bus or angkot more than taxi and I prefer Kopaja or metromini to Transjakarta. I love watching people and having small talk with taxi driver is such a torture.

I once survived a year lived in Jakarta alone (without the parents) when I was 12 years old, went here and there by public transportation.

Went to school every morning at 5.15 by Bus 213 Grogol-Kampung Melayu which the route was practically passing almost every part of the city. From west, south to east. I was so grumpy went through it daily. After 213, I still had to chase another angkot which discriminated schoolers badly since they didnt pay full fare. There were days when I really had to hang outside the angkot. Crazy. It was totally exhausting. I almost always arrived at school tired and messy.

But, when you were desperate enough, then you would find a way. While sardened in the 213 bus, for few days, I paid attention and found out this bus passed the flyover to my school. So when I stopped nearby, I just need to walk shortly then continue with the same angkot but heading to the opposite direction which was always empty! So, I just had to stop across my school and went through the pedestrian bridge. Voila.

My life changed drastically by this new finding. Instead of leaving home at 5.15, I could leave a bit longer around 5.40. Instead of arrived at school very close to bell ringing at 7 am, I arrived at school 40 minutes before when the school was still empty. This new route only took 20 minutes instead of 1,5 hours.

How the same route looked totally different from another point of view.

I was so proud of myself.

The journey returning home was no better. Went home by Patas AC 55 Pondok Kopi-Grogol which only available once every 1 hour. Missed the schedule, chose between waiting for another one hour or changing 4 bus and angkot to home. Of course, I chose the easiest one. Life was hard enough already at that time.

Weekly trip from piano course which finished at 21.30 and dealt with the scary and dark terminal Manggarai to take bus 78 Manggarai-Tangerang.

It was one of the hardest trainings in my adolesence years yet proven to be the most useful one. I knew a lot about Jakarta’s street without maps thanks to massive experience of going by public transportation that time.

After being a mother myself, I still couldn’t imagine how ‘brave’ my mother was (insane is more correct word actually) to let a 12 years old little girl went through this by herself.

From other’s point of view they might say it’s crazy, but what she did was actually doing her job properly. To let her child experienced something that she has to deal with. I really adored her strong heart and grateful for the choice she made for me.

Fast forward to recent years, I have been taking this litte girl since few years ago going around by public transportation and I hope to do it more often, for leisure and soon as the part of the training until she is ready to enjoy the fun on her own.

We went for early morning trip by angkot and new MRT few days ago as a warming up. I am more than happy having this little tough walker with me. No complain, no whining, although I knew it must be (a bit) tiring.

MRT Jakarta is such a big milestone for the city. It would be great having it all over the city. LRT is on the way and hope it will be ready soon.

Hope they will keep up the good work and we can continue enjoying more reliable and comfortable public transportation in the future.

Amin!

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Living with Risk and Luck

It’s been almost a year living during this unusual situation. Some countries have more clear view ahead, but sadly, not us in this country with such stupid useless brainless and heartless government.

Unintentional decision to do the smallest thing could lead to something big that we can’t handle. We’re forced to think twice or thrice about everything we do, whether it is necessary, unavoidable, or even as a matter between life and death.

Sometimes it’s quite overwhelming and I found dealing with this in Jakarta is much more overwhelming. How can be deciding to go out for simple walk within less than 5 km take tens of googling for days as if I want to go out of town to the unknown jungle?

But then, it’s truly unknown jungle out there right now to be honest.

This reminds me a lot about the second chapter of a must-read book from last year by Morgan Housel in his Psychology of Money.

Luck and risk are two sides in the same coin and risk is more something that you can’t see. They are dopplegangers. They are siblings.

Many decisions made during this pandemic depends a lot by how we calculate the risks. From daily life to make ends meet to leisure things to keep the sanity.

The tricky part of this pandemic life is your decision is not all about you. It might have impact on other people and it could be the on the risk side instead of the luck. Visiting my parents’ house is no longer something that I could do without the second thought. Calculating time to visit, the duration, and many more.

Compared to London, in Jakarta the risk seems bigger. It’s not (only) about the virus but more of other things outside our control to deal with this new life. Like less reliable health system which gives you (almost) no space for being sick at the moment, the absence of green areas around the neighbourhood for daily walk or small parks with bench to sit and ponder in silence.

In the end, whatever decision we make, whatever risk we take, may we always be favoured with more good luck and protected from something that we can’t see and handle. Amin.

(I) Never going out without asking The Protector for that.

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Prolog : The Stockdale Paradox

If others hope for great days and full of good things in the new year, I prefer going to the opposite.

Instead of thinking that better days are coming, the thought of let’s keep the seat belt fasten is much more soothing. It makes the brain and the heart dont lose the guard, keep alert, keep looking for the way out, stay firm and discipline to prepare for the worst.

If anything 2012 taught me, it was living with The Stockdale Paradox mindset, especially in abnormal situation or when life pushes you to face something that you have no experience which doesn’t give you the option to retreat and survive is the only way out.

The Stockdale Paradox in Jim Collins Good to Great book said :

“You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end — which you can never afford to lose — with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be.”

The Stockdale Paradox is a survival mindset. I had been through a lot and survived with this. In 2014, once we knew we were expecting, the first thing we did was preparing the fund for c-section. That time, one was working part time, while the other one was a student with small income. We had no insurance to cover monthly check up, nor the delivery. We covered everything on our own expense.

We chose the hospital carefully, not the cheapest one, but the most comfortable one within our budget. We worked hard and saved religiously. But, was it running smoothly?

Of course, it wasn’t even close.

I had to be hospitalized once even only for two days. High d-dimer forced us to spend our saving for some expensive medecines during pregnancy.

No matter how much we prepare for c-section, it would be so hard on us financially after that. But then, the mantra has always been :

“Let’s always prepare for the worst and let Allah take care the rest”.

In the end, Allah really took care the rest as I once wrote in this post.

In 2020, the toughest event that we had to face is flying long haul during this pandemic situation. Scared is an underrated term to express this.

Been researching all about this for months. From the airline to the exact day to fly. I no longer chose the cheapest one, but the safest and most comfortable one within the budget.

If there was something that feared me most, it was other’s review about how unpleasant the treatment they experienced in Soetta. Unfriendly officer, disrespectful army men, even worse when it was crowded. I had all the worst case scenarios in my head.

But, there was nothing I could do about that other than asking The Most Powerful to take care the rest.

And that day, here is the picture when we arrived that Friday afternoon :

Soetta is far from crowded.

In fact, it was totally empty.

We met friendly officers, from immigration check to health counter, everything went smoothly until the end. I couldn’t describe how grateful I was for that day.

Next week and few weeks after would be the first uneasy battle to survive, among many we might (or would) face this year. Facing the battle that no one would know what the price to pay in the end. Sometimes, I think my heart couldnt handle this anymore. But there’s nothing I can do other than to deal with it.

No flowerly words needed for this new year. Surviving January alone safely means a lot and enough for me.

Remember, we are in no better situation regarding the pandemic in this country than few months ago. Since 10 months ago to be precise.

It’s bad. It’s getting worse and the worst part is hoping this will end in anytime soon is such a false hope.

Bonne année à vous!

Stay safe and stay sane.

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Da Capo and Dal Segno : End of Year Note

For the last two years, at the end of December, I did a summary or some rant about things that happened in that year or my feelings about that. I didn’t plan to write any for this year. Not that I dont want to, but due to the high level anxiety towards next year. But, such incredible year is too important to let go.

If there’s anything we could take from everything we have been through this year, it is truly a great reminder to return and take care, first and foremost, basic things in life.

Mastering basic habits like sleep,eat and daily exercise well is a great advantage. Three things that have strong impact to our overall health, physically and mentally. Been writing few times that staying sane could be the most important achievement to deal with this year. Doing those three basic religiously is the (only) way to stay sane.

It’s also the year which truly show the real face of a country. Facing the same test given, each country deal with it differently. We surely have different situation and resources, but the main weapons to beat this pandemic are totally the same everywhere : wear your mask, wash your hands, avoid the crowd.

The main difference is the people. Personally, it feels like watching the result of the failure or the success from one’s educational system. I once wrote something about this here and just few weeks ago I found this picture below and voila, those the most resilience during this pandemic are exactly the same country with the best education system.

Reviewing the last 10 months of the situation here, lack of understanding and implementation about basic things and characters since early age is the root of all evils happened in this country and this pandemic brings out the worst of it.

We’re currently watching the result on the absence of some basic skills that supposed to be nurtured and mastered since early childhood :

Self discipline to deal with themselves in any situations. Following the rules, knowing right from wrong (like stealing social fund during this pandemic, really??), and many more.

Empathy to deal with others without prejudice, whatever background they have (like a neighbourhood who treats their own neighbour who suffers from covid like a germ that should be killed, I am lost for words).

Strong literacy and numeracy to understand how things work, the real situation scientifically, and make decision based on that (unlike the stupid useless government who’s been neglecting their people with their ignorance, killed so many who could have been saved, the highest death number of health care workers, and so many more).

I could go really long with this, but I wont.

This year is when gratitude and anxiety collide. Sometimes, it’s overwhelmingly confusing because you dont know which is the right one to feel. Looking back all the things happened, personally, it’s been a year full of countless blessings and a mere thank you to express the gratitude is not enough. It’s hard indeed, but to consider it’s bad, it doesn’t fit the definition.

But, whenever I look outside, it’s painful. I hope nothing but sincerely pray for everyone who’s been dealing with the hardships would be given the strength to keep going. This too shall pass.

Looking forward to next year, it would be a different battle to deal with. For me, January has always been the darkest winter. Literally and figuratively. By next week, we will return to the less humane (a polite way to say inhumane) shift schedule for the doctor.

My anxiety level was soaring while reading next month schedule yesterday and it’s only few days from now. Bad thought were running wild uncontrollably. The only way to soothe this is through the best ikhtiar and the highest tawakkul. Accept that we have no slightest power to control about the future nor the past.

Is the anxiety gone now? You bet.

Borrowing one of musical terms, 2021 seems like a Da Capo of previous years ago regarding few things like the shift schedule, some of daily life stuffs. In the other hand, it seems like a Dal Segno for certain part regarding the things happened outside. Like in London and some countries, it’s almost totally back to March again.

But, just like every Da Capo and Dal Segno, they all lead to al Fine. So we hope for this pandemic. It will lead to the end, although it would be best to keep our expectation low about the when.

Hope everyone always stay safe, healthy, and sane.

Amin.

PS : It’s quite hard to keep the tone that I want in the usual year end post.

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Lost in Labyrinth

These days it feel like living a throwback few years ago. The uncomfortable days of having constant thought called “What’s next?”.

This time, it even feels more intense because it wrapped with guilts and insecurities. Guilty about being far above ‘fine’ during this unprecedented year, insecure about the next things to do personally. I have several choices but dont really know how to start. Or maybe, still not really sure about starting it. I feel like torn between upgrading what has been running or starting new from the scratch.

I often wonder whether it is the side effect of staying at home all day with the little girl and it will be more months to go, or maybe another year? Even scarier knowing being outside, meeting with people is also not so recommended thing to do.

Unlike the last six months in London where I felt safe and so relieved being outside, here in Jakarta, whenever I am outside, I feel like my temperature rises and unwell. I continously keep reassuring myself everytime I go outside that I really have to do this and it’s for something essential.

After more than a year of absence from driving, I couldnt believe what a day of driving did to my body. No matter what the advertisings out there said, age doesnt lie. I felt like need two days rest after one day driving. How I missed reliable public transportation in London!

I am worried about many things and as always, it made me read more. As a result, I ended up with more worries. Blimey!

But, I took a tiny step today. For the first time in 10 years and months of consideration, I finally decided to upgrade the blog to a paid one for a simple reason : I want more of unposted London pictures in my blog and I need more storage for that.

For someone who’s too careful about money, deciding to spend money on something that could be done for free, then it must be really important. Thus, it took me months to come at such decision.

Congratulations on finding a tiny way out from your labyrinth, dear self.

Keep figuring out the rest of your homeworks.

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Back to the Jungle

It’s been two weeks since the end of our London days. Two crazy weeks of so many high tension and risky things with current situation. It’s a huge relief that we have been through everything safely.

Finally found another nest to rest for next one year. Repeating the cycle of house viewings for the third time in three years. Taking risks meeting strangers because we didnt have any choice other than that. Luckily, we found one that we liked quickly and all the process went smoothly. After a week of staying at Airbnb, we moved in.

Filling the house was another story. Countless shopping sessions, boxes of decluttered things at the old home, moving things here and there, arguing about things to buy, taking care minor defects that suddenly appeared.

After one week in holiday mode and another week in unsettled house, I couldn’t be more grateful to be finally feel at home and just stay at home without thinking about things we didn’t have and haven’t done. I couldn’t be happier to be finally able to return to daily routines. Breakfast with choices, piano training with the little girl, exercise with Heather, arranging cooking and meal schedules, and many more.

The whole this moving thing is surely tiring. But, if I looked back, I would choose doing this all over again than any other choices.

Next week would be another different jungle to face when the doctor will resume work. It feels walking on the thin line between overthinking of the worst case and putting the highest trust on the Protector of all things. Trying hard to keep the balance to avoid falling into the despair.

Keeping the sanity is a tough job this year. All the uncertainties, unpleasant surprises, sad news, and the sudden changes happened in an instant, staying sane is such an underrated achievement. The tiniest victory, baby step progress, they deserve celebration.

As tiny as being able to beat subuh and resume sahur after two weeks of absence, like today.

Posted in Thoughts

The Battle of Returning

The decision to return was (also) a battle between the right over easy.

We dont have any obligations to return. Went here by our own expense, no official agreement with any places.

We got our visa extended for free by the government to another year even several offers to stay for good. People here kept questioning our decision to return.

It took months until I fully accept the idea. We’re about to lose all the safe and secured environment and heading to unknown jungle. I once again might return to the high tension of the first three months of first lockdown. Even worse. We’re about to lose all the support receieved for the little girl in her school. We leave when the vaccine is few weeks away.

I have many tantrums until this point. I am selfish. Judging for months about the way the official handling the crisis, oh COME ON. I am sick of this shitty government.

We’re about to lose many while having a choice to choose the opposite.

It started changing when I read one of the doctor’s email reply saying his old hospital at home was still struggling with the pandemic and they could use another help from him, then again, whether I like it or not, it’s the only right thing and reason.

” Who you are is defined by what you’re willing to struggle for,” said Mark Manson. A page of Brene Brown Dare to Lead has a word to describe it.

“Integrity is chooing courage over comfort. It’s choosing what’s right over what’s fun, fast, or easy and it’s about practising your value not just professing them”.

But maybe, the most important thing, above everything, it’s about putting the utmost trust to the one who decides all affairs. Allah has been taking great care of us everywhere. He will do the same, no matter what situation we have to deal with anywhere in this world.

Taking this option is about doing the right thing so we wont look back with regrets. In whatever price we have to pay in the future.

Bismillah. bismillah. bismillah.

Posted in Life happens, Places, Thoughts

Farewell to London

My own farewell with this city is nothing about grand things.

It is about farewell to small meaningful things personally.

A farewell to enjoyable slow everyday life in this city. Like thinking hard in front of pastry sections during groceries, running out of breath catching the morning school bus, swearing to the cold piercing weather, cleaning the kitchen mess, opening the window every morning and say hi to the view out there. Watching beautiful sunrise and sunset as much as I can.

Farewell to the time I take care myself best for the last few years. Having proper time to do what I love doing like reading more than 80 books, writing more, doing daily exercise with no zero days.

Farewell to the time spent enjoying the city in my own pace. To the reliable and comfortable public transportation. Picking random bus/tube, visiting small independent book stores, museums, landmarks, garden and parks, watching people, exercising my overthinking talent, and taking a lot of pictures. Doing exactly things whats inside my head that made me crazily saving in certain currency during my 20s.

Farewell to the place I choose to learn something new. Like volunteering in one of social organizations who supports mothers and children in need and found joy in that. Tired but happy.

Above all, to be healthy, happy, and safe for the whole time being here, during this unprecedented time. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah.

The whole time I spent in London, I live by this definition of rich.

London has been beyond kind. He invited me three times so far.

First time, for 3 days in 1994 which I couldnt enjoy at all. Hot summer full of people and just recovered from chiken pox.

Second time for 1 week in 2017 which was quite high tension due to many reasons.

Maybe he knows I need to visit him again to really see what I have missed and invited me once again for the whole 15 months. It’s beyond human calculations thinking how very much on time I was invited back here.

Right when everything in previous duties finished well.

Right when I (and we) need it and ready to accept this.

Thank you for everything, London.

Who knows, I’ll see you again for another better reason and circumstances😉.