In the end of
2012 and early 2013 I spent my off days in my boyfriend hometown, Solo. I met a
whole family members and was having fun with them in crazy delicious authentic
local food such as Garang Asem Mbah Tarmo, Bubur Lemu Bu Prapti, Ayam Sungkono,
Soto Gading, Nasi Liwet Yu Sani, Bestik Sumber, and err.. I have to stop to
name it for my own good tummy sake. I also had chance to visit Yogyakarta
Hadiningrat in a while and picked some lovely stuff from Mirota Batik. But
after all it was not like an usual New Year vacation because on that festive time we
had priority agenda that is preparing for the new house of his family (whom technically
will be my own family too :p).
The new house
has been finished 80% from its completion. The structure has firmly constructed,
strongly nailed in every joint, the entire wall has been well painted, floor
and ceiling has been finished, and also the installation of door window has
been done. The look of this new house reminded me of their former house because
some parts of the former house were brought into the new one such as window,
door, and their classic javanese furniture which created similar ambiance of
their house that I ever known before. However his family and him
are still missing their former house.
With 26 years of
life experience (where first 3 years I have no idea about what I was doing, 2
years was craving for astor
chocolate, 2 years was considering to be a teacher for Elementary Islamic Study
(!!!), and the rest was blubbing around friends’ sharing diary, any kind of messenger,
Friendster, BlogSpot, Skype, Facebook, and twitter), most of human is not a big
fan of change. Well it is not fully negative characteristic; it is a natural
scheme of our most precious mind system that called memory. I can remember how
many toys I had when I see my childhood bedroom, I can remember how angry my
mother was when I see a scratched glass top table in our living room, and always
giggling every time I see The Moffats pin-up that still plugged on my teenage cupboard.
Well some spatial things really can reveal and bring our memory out, and at the
same time it explains why we always eager to keep our spatial property like
house, school, park, and etc. That is why we never accept every time our house,
school, park, traditional market is replaced with shopping mall, apartment
towers, or super block. Nowadays human memory is the only technology for us to access
the past time while spatial things/ spaces are the tools to accommodate it.
After writing this post, I decided to stop waiting for chronosphere. I can
access the past every time I want to, and I hope it works for my boyfriend
and his family too. Happy New Year, live long and prosper for all of us :)
