The idea of what my future would be like is always in my mind. It's not always the grande one. I love chips and snack when I was a kid. Just like regular kid, my mom gave me a limit to taste the superficial. So I imagine myself in an older version to open a cabinet full of snacks and freely pick it up to my likings.
And... It happened. Years later I move to Jogja for college and live with my aunt who stores all the snacks in a cabinet. My favorite cabinet. She would allow me to grab any snacks I want when it was grocery day. Not the exact visual and detail but the idea stay the same. Me and the cabinet of snacks.
Then I moved to Bandung. Here I am living on my own and store any snacks I want. I store it on an open shelf just right above my study desk. I am fully responsible for the relationship of myself and the snacks.
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Then I reflect and trying to remember what kind of ideal life I want to live. The flexible one that I don't need to stay in one place. I could travel whenever I can. I could take a public transport to move from one place to another where I can fully wandering in my own thought during the trip. I could stop by on a lush park. I could decorate my own place. I enjoyed my work. I could create and channel my energy. And the most, I have friends who can I talk to and laugh with. Also all the communities and events which nourish me.
These days, I can barely say that I am living in my dream now.
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And now I continue my dream about the similar thing in different place where things is colder but warmer to rely on.
