Jakarta… Oh, I could never run out of a story about this particular city. It sits in a special place in my heart. Stepping into Carrie Bradshaw’s Manolo Blahnik strappy sandals, Jakarta is my New York. Having used to be the connecting port for trading vessels from Portugal, The British Empire, China and The Arabian Peninsula, the now cosmopolitan city never fails to make me … Continue reading Jakarta is My New York!
Recently, I shared a story about my journey of being a nomad. I listed down many aspects that created the person I am today. Several times, I mentioned about my childhood, my origin, and my father. Yet, I precluded mentioning my mother. I didn’t do it for no reason; I deliberately postponed her appearance since I wanted to make it personal through these words. So … Continue reading I Have No Photograph with A Woman I Call Mother
During my brief time of being nomads in Jakarta, quite often, I received criticism from my inner circle, telling me that I have made a mistake by moving out of the comfort zone. When hard time hit, frequent questions they had bombarded me revive, compounding in my mind and making me believe that I did make a mistake by moving into the big city. For … Continue reading How Living a Nomad Life Led Me to Find a New Self-Image and Awareness
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