I’ve heard it many times before, but recent happenings made me need to emphasize it again. Choices and decisions is an inevitable part of being an adult.
My mum and dad have quite a love story. They met on a holiday in Singapore. It was back in the 70s, they happened to be in a same tour group. My mum was with her aunt, I call her Oma M. Meanwhile, my dad was on a boys-trip with a group of friends. Being in a boys-trip, my dad and his friends were loud. They kept joking around, having fun by themselves. Not rude, but loud, so as my mum described them.
This year is the last year of my twenties. When I look back and try to remember what has happened over the past decade, it seems like a swarm of things happened in a blink of an eye. But in reality, 10 years is a long time.
Last Christmas I went to Bali with two girlfriends. I’ve known them from my grad school days in the UK. During that one year period, they were two of my closest friends – N and P. While P is Indonesian and I got to meet her regularly, N is Russian – she’s still living the UK, and I haven’t met her since I left – five years ago. We still keep in touch though, and finally, she decided to visit Indonesia.