Previously, I said I was going to write blogs back at the end of June, but there were so many things I wanted to tell here, so I decided to write again after a week on vacation in my parents’ home town, Yogyakarta.
This year is actually quite different from previous years. In 2016 and 2017, my father and I didn’t go to Yogya because we were both busy. This year we finally can go with one of my uncle who live in the same city. Since we didn’t use our usual car, we spent more time at grandpa’s house. I thought I was going to get bored, but there was something else that I got.
1. Morning walk with father
Initially, there was no plan we were going to do this routine, but the first night we slept at grandpa’s house, I was short of breath. Apparently my asthma relapsed due to sleep in room with damp wall. My father also advised to walk around the rice fields near the house every morning after dawn.
Honestly, I am too lazy to go out in the morning, except for work, but my father thinks, I rarely relapse because I breathe the fresh morning air. In the past, when I was still working in South Jakarta, I wake up early so I wouldn’t be late for work. Now, since I decided to work as a designer, I confined myself in my room. I’m a skeptic at first, but then I decided to follow my father’s advice.
And you know what? I love it.
Every morning, we passed the paddy field behind the grandpa’s house. As we passed it, it appeared that some of the plots had started to turn yellow. There are some farmers busy deploying tarpaulin to dry grain, some are busy spraying herbicides to kill the weeds around the paddy fields. Every time we passed the farmers, they stare us with a strange look, but after we greeted, they greeted back. Then one of our relatives told us that locals prefers use motorcycle, so they are surprised to see anyone walking. Plus my appearance is slightly different (my eyes is small and my skin is brighter than most Javanese).
I like this new routine. The air is still very fresh. The sun is shining bright enough, but the weather does not feel hot, it’s cooler. The streets on weekdays seem calm, and only crowded on Sundays, where teenagers riding their bikes to the south lane.
And this new activity also makes my relationship with my father more closer 🙂
2. Play with niece
This year, my family got new members. One of my cousins had a daughter last year. Her daughter is cute, and since she is the first great-grandchild, everyone is very enthusiastic when meeting her. I also enjoyed playing with her. She is seven months old, and usually at that age, the baby is able to learn how to grip. So when she was near me, I will put a finger on her palm to stimulate her grip movements. The problem is, when she grasps, she will put what she holds to her mouth. I have to be careful every time she starts pulling my finger toward her mouth. ^^)
3. Iftar with the big family
FYI, the family we visited was the family of my mother side. She has four siblings: one younger sister and three younger brothers. One of her brothers was passed a few years before my mother, so there were only three of my mother’s siblings left.
Every time I go to Yogya, the moment I am most looking forward to is iftar. Ever since my mother’s youngest brother got married, grandpa’s house is filled with various dishes. My uncle one is lucky to have a wife who is good at cooking. They even open a food stall for additional income. Well, when we come, they’re here to prepare the iftar.
One of our favorite foods for iftar is tempe mendoan. It tastes delicious!
While we were eating, we watched TV show. Because there is my 4 year old cousin, we watch Upin and Ipin while enjoying tempe mendoan and hot tea.
Now, I miss those moments :’)
This year’s trip is not like the previous years, but I feel more peaceful and calm. I needed calm environment than walking in the crowd. This trip made me think more clearly.
This trip also opened my eyes, broaden my perception. I see how my family grows. They my not the richest or materially successful, but when I see them, I can see how simple their happiness is. There was no talk of why I was not married or why my big sister and one of my cousins have no child yet. No, they didn’t talk about it. They enjoy the moment when all family member are eating together and talk some light topics. Honestly, it was the happiest time for me.
There is someone who states, depression can be cured by traveling. Maybe they shouldn’t state something like that. Yes, a person can recover from his depression (I won’t say healed completely because I also still suffer from depression when something trigger my trauma), if they able to change their environment. There’s people who need the their friend so they can talk their problem, and there’s people who need for me time. Whatever it is, I think one of the best therapies for depression is changing the atmosphere. For me personally, I apparently need a change from city to village. I need an atmosphere where I can think clearly.
Now, I can get back to completing my plan with a clear and peaceful mind. 🙂
How about you? Do you get something from your trip?