tinker's trail.

I love the little pleasures of being home, doing nothing. This kind of luxury you get after a long, hard week. The kind where you just absorb every little mundane thing happening around you in the morning: the hustle-bustle of your mother whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, your father and sister shuffling back and forth making their coffees, and just the general sound of a peaceful weekend about to start.

This is not to say that I'm like a hermit, or even that much of a homebody. I personally can't stand staying home during the WHOLE weekend. At least I have to go somewhere, even if it's just to run errands. But then again, I am so not the partying kind - I like to go out and have a fun night with friends every now and then, but clubs-and-raves are not my scene. I guess... I'm alright, really. Somewhere in between, with a strong leaning towards the "homebody" category.

What can I say? I enjoy doing many things I can only do while I'm at home, here in Jakarta. (If I were in other cities in the world like Paris or London or New York, it'll be a different story) I enjoy discovering new things, such as books I've never heard of before, or new music and movies. People make such beautiful stories out of each medium, it is honestly amazing. I love how creative they are, how endless their imagination seems to be. I always get such a thrill out of walking around in other people's playground.

I can only get this luxury if I'm at home. But then, you see, the problem is... if I'm having too much fun picking people's brains within the comforts of home, how do I get to fully appreciate the experience of doing so outside, during interactions with others? That's where the magic happens.

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