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Did We Really Just Go to IKEA for Lunch?

Sometimes the best plans are the ones that happen accidentally, right after the alarm fails you.  ~Nuniek Tirta ;) Remember yesterday I wrote , “ If you’re going to Puncak, leave early ”? Well, that’s the golden rule. And by early, I mean   before the sun even considers showing up . Same rule applies when heading back: leave before dawn if you don’t want to spend your day admiring the same bumper in front of you for hours. But of course, plans are just that: plans. This Saturday morning, our grand strategy to leave Rivervilla at 6 a.m. turned into...   let’s just say a relaxed 7:20 a.m. departure.   The kind where everyone’s rushing but also somehow moving in slow motion. Because the rumor was, at 8 a.m., the Puncak route turns one-way uphill. Meaning, if you miss the window, you’re basically sentenced to a four-hour car meditation session waiting for your turn to go down toward Jakarta. We made it, though, barely! At 8:29 a.m., we triumphantly escaped the one-way t...
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What if peace had an address?

Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax. — Mark Black At five in the morning, while most of the world was still asleep (and probably dreaming of not having to wake up early on a Friday), we were already in the car, heading to Puncak.  Our youngest could join this time because her school was running an asynchronous week, meaning she could attend classes online from anywhere, even from the hills.  The sky was still dim when we left, but slowly, soft streaks of gold began to spill across the horizon. That kind of sunrise, the one that looks like it’s whispering,   “You made the right choice waking up early”,  was our silent reward. People often complain about going to Puncak because of the infamous traffic jams. But we’ve learned the secret two years ago after months of renovation trips: leave at 5 AM, 6 AM the very latest, or don't bother going at all. With this little trick, we reached our villa complex in just two hours flat. No traffic, no stress, ju...

How Do You Raise a Kid Who Doesn’t Need Raising?

“There are two lasting bequests we can give our children: one is roots, the other is wings.” — Hodding Carter This morning, my husband and I went to school. Not to study, but to attend our youngest daughter’s parent-teacher meeting. Normally, that would mean receiving a report card, but her high school has a different rhythm. No rank. No memorization drills.  She’s in the business pathway, and their evaluation system follows a university model. Lecturers, not teachers. Projects instead of exams. Teamwork instead of tests. The kind of school that teaches you how to think, not just what to remember. And honestly, I’m a little jealous. I wish I had studied that way.  Her homeroom teacher said, “She’s very responsible, helpful, and proactive,” I nodded, because that’s exactly who she is at home too: a walking checklist with a heart of gold. Her love language is   acts of service;  she’s the one reminding us to drink water or helping clean up before I notice the mess....

What If Miracles Are Just Well-Timed Alignments?

God never works on our schedule, but somehow, He’s always right on time.   — Nuniek Tirta Sari This morning started like any other Wednesday, except my apartment looked like it had just been featured in a cleaning product commercial. The “Cleansheet Ranger” (our beloved housekeeper) had just finished making everything sparkle. While my husband jumped into his online meeting, my eldest and I enjoyed our brunch.  By 11:30, the three of us were heading to Madaya Coffee in Depok . Quite a trip just for caffeine, I know. But there was a reason. My husband had to meet one of his employees to do some hands-on coding work, and apparently, Madaya was kinda near his home. I recommended the place since it's been in my google maps saved place. My daughter and I were just the   plus-ones   of this work adventure, or as I like to call us, the “supporting cast.” Not that we minded; a change of scenery sounded nice.  Madaya Coffee, Depok My plan was simple: finish Barack ...

What's the point of wealth?

Sometimes the mind gives up long before the body does. And sometimes, the body quietly follows the signals the mind keeps whispering. Today’s event reminded me that resilience isn’t just about having strong savings, but also having a strong brain. Every year, I get invited to   Permata Wealth Wisdom , kind of like my annual “school trip” to The Ritz-Carlton Pacific Place . This year’s theme:   Resilient Wealth, Confident Future.   I arrived at 9:30, just in time for the keynote speech by Airlangga Hartarto , Coordinating Minister for Economic Affairs . The topic:   Navigating Indonesia’s Economy Amid Global Shifts .   Basically, he talked about how Indonesia’s economic resilience relies on innovation, infrastructure, and inclusive growth. Then came the talk show, moderated by my friend Aline Wiratmaja , with the panelists: Basuki Tjahaja Purnama (Ahok) , the former Governor of Jakarta , with his trademark blunt honesty. Josua Pardede , Chief Economist of Permata...

From Past to Peace

Sometimes peace comes not from finding new answers, but from finally losing interest in old questions. Sometimes the real growth is when you stop needing to know everything, especially about the past. Today started like any ordinary Monday. No grand plans, no emotional agenda. Just a random choice to eat lunch at Se’i Lamalera because it was conveniently on the way to the toll gate. But that’s how life works, right? The random ones often turn out better than the perfectly planned ones. The food was surprisingly delicious, the bill unexpectedly kind (120k for two, and we even got takeout). That alone was enough to put me in a good mood. Then we discovered a coffee shop next door called Portakamp. It was aesthetic, cozy, and even had board games. I immediately thought of my daughter who had been asking for Monopoly. Maybe next time we’ll just play here. Simple joy, stored for another day. I'm wearing this dress + this outer + this glasses . We hit the road after that, driving to my...