Thea August 15th, 2007
Going home to Jogja is a moment that I am always looking forward to. Just like now, I really miss the nuance of home. Its unavoidable tranquility is always in my mind.
It’s just only going home. I really love the process. Deciding the date to go home, buying the return ticket, packing, and boarding to train or plane, and enjoying the trip.
Arriving at home, my grandma always welcomes me with hot drink, either coffee or tea. For the God’s sake, she’s so lovely and cares of me. My grandma and I used to be (and still now) a good partner. I remember when my mum had to move to Semarang as she’s assigned in the new post. At that time, we handled the household together, especially for the cooking matters. Daddy gave me weekly money to buy needs such as vegetable, fish, meat, eggs, sugar and others. I arranged everything, with her assistance. I decided menus for each day, often thinking hard so my family members would get bored with the meal.
Managing house isn’t easy. House for me (and I assume for everybody) should be a home sweet home where every member feel comfortable to live within. And I ever experienced that one and wish that eventually I can manage my own.
Speaking about managing house reminds me of my mom, who’s now being posted in Cirebon. For me, she’s the master of everything. She masters of how-to-manage skill and arranging the interior of home. She’s an expert of cooking too. I know many things about cooking form her, and no doubt, it’s very useful right now. Thank you so much Mom.
And this weekend, I am going home. I really can’t wait seeing it. Though my mom and dad don’t go home this weekend, I am still enthusiastic as I can do my favorite things such as cooking and arranging the home (as we now move to the new house), seeing lovely persons in my life (including you my dear), and feeling the sweetness of home itself.
