This afternoon I planned to help fauzan on his work, but due to financial issues we cannot executed it today, so instead I turned tono (my motor) to fruktosa right away to re-read some lecture materials. I started the bad day, I accidentally order two heavy meals and now my belly swell. Before I start, I would like to voluntarily promote about fruktosa. Fruktosa is one of the best fruit bar in Yogyakarta according to Alnus Magazines. Flashing back, I spent a lot of my time having conversation here. Asa is the living witness about how we thrive trough paragraphs and many friends more. Try it!
After I open my laptop, I open my recent pdf file which I wanted to continue to read a text book about molecular taxonomy, a concept mess that I am still dealing with. Reading the book, I expect the wrong way since the whole book is so texty and I am not in the mood to read the whole texty stuff, I need some colour instead. After 90 minute straight reading the book, my eyes turn super heavy. I have to get rid of this because if I go back home now is such a waste. So I tried many strategies to stay awake. I ordered water, but it only extend 2 minute, I check on my anime website and realize that I already check it 10 times before this and I already watched it all, I checked promo stuff in Instagram, but no stuff pulled my click at super all. So in the middle of desperation, I remember that I have a blog to pour things in my life, and yeah, the shit brought my hand in this page.
Alright, as the post title said, I will share my 23 years journey together with my parents about the shits and perk for being nomadic in my life. First thing first I would like to thank people who also have the same past with us or even worse, God bless us all.
I was born in hospital. ...
nono, wrong prolouge
My parent is quite solid. We moved 14 times, house to house, village to village. 14 is not a big number, but for me, I am enough of it. My dad works in state owned company, my mom is a former lecture assistant in her university, but now a fulltime mom. My dad playground were so diverse so he need to move from one place to another and there is a point when both of them have to make decision whether my mom stay or come with him. You all know the consequences when she stay she will probably teaching student, and my dad work alone in the house that the company provided, or she can leave, put the job off and follow my dad to sail on a whole new adventurous journey. Having me, my mom choose the second option.
Trough all of that 14 times journey I would like to share the bittersweet of that whole time in different way. First let us talk about how shit it was. I feel okay at first, but it turned hard when you have two different city elementary school, then you moved to another school in another city, and the last you moved to city in senior high school. Not so long after we graduate we all know that we have some document and events to be done. Graduations, Buka bersama things, halal bi halal, reunions, and many more. I feel so bad if I cannot join the event since I am quite easy going person to my friends so let them do a party without me would hurt me much, particularly due to distance matter.
Secondly I have some heroic teacher there that I would like to occasionally visit them, since I already moved to another city I cannot do that. Being forgotten is painful isn't it?. In my Elementary school I have Pak Teguh which I cannot attend his funeral. He brought me to math campion at that time and my only achievement I did in my elementary school. In my junior high school I have plenty teacher who help me thrive this school period, giving me chance to develop myself and help my puberty. Mam Ima, Mam Siti, Mrs. Yayuk, Mr Hasan, Winarto and many more. I am so fortunate that all of them are still so vigor until today and I hope when I have the chance to visit, they will be like that.
Last but not least, the social realm is always disrupted if you had a nomadic life. Yea, Friends. I never had a long term friend in my nomadic life. When I found one, I had to move, When I found another one, then another move and it continue until I stumbled myself into mind
"am I wasting my time investing my life into something useless??"
I always have that in my mind, but luckily my extrovert soul prevent the prejudice all the time. I have Husain in my elementary school, which gladly I visit him last year, I have Udin which gladly I visit him last year too in Malang, I have Farhan, I have Bram, I have many more that I already consider they are my families. I hope I don't lose them anymore since I lost many. I talk a lot about junior high school because in that period my soul were shocked and I cannot do much. In contrary I have a super happy High School periods and I learned how to do things on my own to make friends which that was good.
Let me also speak the perks.
I was in Primagama when I stepped into my last year as junior high schoolers. There was a talent test based on the finger print. foolishly and confidently I believe that stuff were real. I was quite confident that I am so smart at math and natural science, but not in literacy. Surprise! I have math and natural science in the lowest grade of the list. What is my number 1, interpersonal skill. The talent description told me that I could understand people easily, at that time in my mind
"tf??? I even cant use this talent to surpass National exams, dude this test was ridiculous!!"
I give the result to mom, and I get back to my life as demi god.
Let save it for later.
First thing first, I had a lot of friend from different cities, and made my network wide. the fact that this advantages just come into mind when I was 23s. Many friends recalled me, they always brings me home "salam ke alnus" and many more, I don't even know who it was. But that way, I feel very pleased so there're still person remember me there even if it was so long. The warm greetings establish a new silaturahmi and connect the separated time sequence dots.
Second, I didn't realize that I have many place to visit as reference. For example, I lived 13 years in Tuban and I know every inches and corner of the city, the nice food, the nice place to hangout, the nice place to have a date and many more. Or even in Jombang too. Unconsciously the experience I piled up since I was child generate a frim, elastic, adaptability to all things and hardness. I survived hard friends, I survived good friends, I survived weird friends, and I learn how to love people in a proper way, less painful and more enjoyable.
Those memory bank unconsciously establish a network in my brain. Processing many responses, many reactions, many dare-to-guess sympathy and empathy concept in my brain. I easily separate people based on their nature, I am able to understand some part of people condition, visualizing what they've been trough on me and in the tip of it, I can extinguish what is fake, what is sincere, what is jokes, what is sarcasm, what is real, what is imitation :). Thanks primagama!
In the end, nomadic is a blessing, not all family have nomadic life. It is a trade off, but I already seen the perks and I am grateful that I was born in this family.
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