Sea Sick

It was a tough one, the weekend getaway I just had. 14 hours on the road, followed by 7 hours on the sea, I would have arrived at JFK should i had taken an airplane. It was worth the breathtaking view of islands in Karimun Jawa, though.

Now that I'm back in the capital city, it feels weird that there was a time during the sea trip when I would be willingly give all I have only to arrive safely (and quickly!) in the island. The waves have successfully pull out all guts I have left in me that I never felt so close to death (hopefully I'm not being too exaggerating, I believe my friend Dini would agree with me). Having survived the trip has given me a new level of confidence and the following reminders: (1) God owns the universe, never the vice versa and (2) always fly when you can fly.

My Little Granny Ester

These past few years, she often whispered that she wanted to go home. Now that she's home, those freckled skin and fragile bones can finally rest. So peacefully she sleep, she even smile. For until your hair turns white and all memories slowly vanish, He's there with you.

So long, Granny.