I'm not a family-oriented kinda person. When i still live physically in Jakarta, i wasted my time playing around with my friends. I didn't like to make time for my family, i feel like being with friends is more fun than with them. On weekend i always went outside my house, whether to my friend's house, mall, cafe, restaurants, or even spaces. But my family, my nuclear family really like to watched movies every weekend - in which i didn't enjoy watching and i chose to be with my friends. Until I moved here, 154.2 kilometres away from home..bam

Turns out it's not that easy to live far from my family. I know it's not that far, but still. I realised that there are a lot of their habit that i miss. Their presence even we didn't talk much, their voices, their laughs, many things. I one day started to cried. Cried quite a lot because I regret that time when they always asked me to join watching movies and i often refuse, I regret that time when i can be home with them but i chose to be with my friends and I regret when i can enjoy the time around them, i didn't.

After have been hit by that moment, i always make time for them by finishing all the tasks before weekend so I can have my time with them when i'm home. I go to jakarta almost every weekend. Enjoying the time i can be with them, watching, talking, playing around, everything. Even i can stay at home just because i want to be with them. Eating outside is also a good choice tho..and after years, i finally knew how it feels to have a "home". The cozy yet warm atmosphere that you won't feel anywhere else but, home. 

My point is,