Yes, it is only a house. What inside is all that matters. But for Jakarta people, and a working mother like me, being at home and home your mind is very difficult.
I am a homey type of person, I spent most of my weekend at home. When I was a younger woman back then, with a dream of having my own house, a house is more to a shape concept. A tropical concept house with trees and windows all around. A place where I can have a getaway on weekend. With trees my children can climb, with grass carpet where they can play water, with swing I can read a book on. With simple kitchen I can cook a simple breakfast. I was hoping I could add a chimney, but ... well...
After I grew up a little bit, and I finally managed to build my own house and it was me myself who decided where to put the toilet, I realized that a house is more than just a concept I always carried. Not a getaway on weekend. In contrary, a house is a start up for tomorrow. The souls who lives in, the positive good vibe air flow through the window, the sunny hope of better things that goes through the curtain, the house is the place you always back in the end of every journey, the place you can be naked from all things. Can you imagine if you were a stranger in your own house? Never it is a good feeling.
That is why, I am so happy to be home today. In this early hour so I can water the plant, cook simple meal, do a little night laundry and watching Ghibli with my son.
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