Skip to main content

Another One of Those Times...... Again.

Berasa balik lagi ke taun 2005.
Saat belon merit.
Saat nyari rumah.
Saat begitu banyaaak pertimbangan dan perhitungan.

Again, it's about finding the right house.
House we can call home.
A place to raise Onya up.

Disaat2 kaya gini, perasaan dan harapan itu berasa kaya lagi dimaenin. Mumet loh. Mentok loh.

Sebenernya kriteria rumah gw ga ribet2 (amat) kok.

Satu.
I do NOT want old house. Apalagi di Wellington itu yg namanya rumah tua ya ga nanggung2 tuanya. Mereka dgn bangganya bilang "built in early 1920s". Bah!! Ga tau berapa bangke yg kekubur disana. Hiiiyy...

Dua.
3 kamar yah. Karena kalo 2 kamar ga bakal cukup eventually. I'm hoping 2 yrs from now Onya udah mau bobo in her own room. Nah kalo kita cuma beli yg 2 kamar, means kalo ada tamu berati Onya kudu digusur sementara.
Waktu gw kecil, gw SELALU kebagian yg digusur kalo pas si Dimitris or om bubun or tante kiki dateng... And I hate that! Ga ngerti juga kenapa ucok ga pernah kena gusur. So I dont wanna do the same to Onya.
Digusur itu ga enak. It's a violation of privacy!

Tiga.
Musti masuk school zone yg decile 10.
Coz I think for primary Onya will go into state school, which means we have to live within that particular school zone.

Yg syarat mutlak itu ya cuma those 3 above. Kalo beli yaa itu. Kalo rent dulu sih mau 1 kamar jg gpp.

I'm losing sleep over this matter.
It's another wave of stressfull nights.
Time is not something we have as we're leaving Jkt in less than 2 months!
-------------------------------

On a lighter note, I'll be seeing Andi in 3 days.
Pretty sure we'll talk a WHOLE LOT, and I got a feeling that apart from kangen2an melepas rindu, kayanya bakal ada brantem2nya juga deh ahahahaha.
As I said, too many un-done and unprepared things di NZ.

Getting out of comfort zones are never easy, eh?

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Bucket List

Yep. Been hearing a lot about people dropped dead suddenly. Mulai dari si Adjie Masaid, babenya si Joshua, then just now Emma's friend juga Dadaism died of heart attack. She was 29 years old, just got ,arrayed last October. Life is so fragile. That's why I really hate Andi each time I have to remind him over and over again about healthy lifestyle. Anyway, decided to make a bucket list for myself. 1. Back to NZ 2. Sky dive 3. Vacation to Russia 4. Having more than enough funds for Onya to pursue her degree in England, Oxford University preferably :) 5. Ngeliat Andi punya bodi keren 6. Buying a house for my parents 7. Karet tengsin dijual Hmmm....... Belon kepikiran yg lawn. Nanti di update lg deh

Pippy

We have a new addition in the family. We adopted a Jack Russell from SPCA.  Kenapa anjing? Karena seumur idup gua, for as long as I can remember, gua selalu punya anjing. Bukan cuma sekedar "miara" loh, tapi yg bener2 part of the family.  Yg paling membekas itu tentu aja Piko ama Picca my last two dogs.  Kakah died when I was about 5 months pregnant with Onya. Jadi Onya sama sekali ga sempet ketemu my dogs.  Makin kesini gw makin yakin, kalo animals play an important role in kids life (at least di idup gw lah). They learn about responsibility, caring and most importantly compassion. I wanna give a chance buat Onya ngerasain apa yg gw rasain ke Piko n Kakah. The gift of unconditional friendship they gave... And how u learn to love them too.  Kenapa adopt? Karena saya ini agak2 idealis tapi realistis. I love animals. Dogs especially.  Idealis karena gw mau do the right thing YG GW BISA. Realistis karena, as much I want to.... Gw ga akan sanggup kl disuru jadi...

Another Random Post

It is perhaps a monumental probability that I've simply forgotten what has kept me here. Or evidently, what I have fought so hard for. What wind could be so strong, it banishes hundreds of acres of oaks, yet still ever so gentle enough to persuade even the most delicate of buds to move with, barely, an inch-long effort. My God, seeing kunyuk with that robe triggered something inside. I miss her. I know she'd worked soooo hard to be where she is now. I miss those moments. Though I must admit, maybe, just maybe... Im not running for the same dream anymore. The passion still there, ... it's just become a smaller part of me. Could I have waited this long, and demolished five full years of emotional barricade? Nah. I've walked too far to even think of steeping back. What faith could have, so morbidly, left my judgement impaired? The first scar may be the deepest, but a scar is a scar. ... and one left to bleed without stitches is bound to come undone. Tapi guess what? Im hea...