Home Sweet Home

Twilight Sky

Well, I've been back from the trip since Friday night but then I had to start getting all stressed out about the medical check-up I had to go through on Tuesday for immigration purposes (which went well, by the way) and then I've been busy putting together my application for Canadian permanent residency, which is supposed to be sent in early next week. It's a busy time in Firdaland. I've been so busy that I've got really behind in processing the 7 GB worth of pictures that I took during the trip, plus the two rolls of 35mm film that have been processed and scanned into a CD by the photolab (thank God!). Still have yet to drop off the two rolls of 120 film for processing. And I still have a roll of 120 negative from before the trip that needs to be scanned. Hopefully some time next week I'll be able to catch up with my photography.

I had an amazing trip out west. Saw a lot of wildlife, except for moose and bears. I've seen more bears in a dump in Ontario (about half a dozen) than in the Canadian Rockies or Vancouver Island (zero). But all the elks (lots of them), wolves, deers, pikas, bald eagle, sea lions, sea otters, porpoises, and humpback whales I saw kind of made up for the lack of moose and bears. And I took tonnes of pictures of the ever so mesmerizing jellyfish at the Vancouver Aquarium. I love jellyfish, but I don't think I'd want to come across them in the wild because they sting.

Hmm, I don't know why I started writing this entry. I don't usually make much sense late at night. I guess I just needed to let you know that I'm home safe and sound and in one piece.

More pictures are coming up, I promise! In the meantime, just enjoy the few I've uploaded to Flickr.

4 Comments

  1. matt
    September 27, 2007

    wel­come back!! that’s great about your cit­i­zen­ship that you final­ly have all the required papers.
    That sky pic­ture is awe­some, how did you get it so clear through the air­plane win­dow. Hope to see you and Troy soon

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  2. Firda
    September 27, 2007

    Thanks, Matt. Cit­i­zen­ship is still a long way. Right now I’m just work­ing on becom­ing a per­ma­nent res­i­dent.
    As for the pic­ture, I had to clean the win­dow first because it was smudgy! Then I shot with UV and Cir­cu­lar Polar­iz­er fil­ters attached to the lens. Fair­ly sim­ple.
    We might see you at your par­ents place this week­end. We left the bag with all my doc­u­ments there before the trip and for­got to pick it up last week­end. Smart, eh? ;)

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  3. Troy
    September 27, 2007

    Actu­al­ly she only had the UV fil­ter — we didn’t buy the cir­cu­lar polar­iz­er until we were in Jasper. Though I think part of the clear­ness of the pic­ture is due to the “image sta­bi­liz­er” on the lens Fir­da was using.

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  4. Bonnie
    September 29, 2007

    Are blog entries sup­posed to make sense?
    And … I’m so envy you for get­ting to see hump­back whales.

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Home Sweet Home

Not having a mother anymore, I used to get upset when I see someone talking to his/her mother in a less than pleasant way. I used to think that they don't know how lucky he/she is to still have a mother. But then I gave it more thought and decided that it was me who got lucky to have a mother like mine. A mother who was not just a mother, but also a friend. She was my best friend, my partner-in-crime, the person who understood me the most. Why do you think I haven't got over her death after all these years?

My mother was the heart of the house. After she died, home just didn't feel like home anymore. It was a house, yes. But definitely not home. My mother was home. That's why I didn't have any objection when my brother asked me if he could rent out my bedroom to some college student a couple of months ago. Whatever. It was just a room. Only now does it hit me that if I did go 'home', I wouldn't have a room to stay anymore. And I thought I would always have at least a room to return to, no matter how long I'd been away. But my brother could use the money and I probably wouldn't go back to Indonesia in years so...

I guess it is official now that home is wherever my beloved husband and I live. Currently, it's Waterloo. Who knows where it will be in the future. It might not be my native land or the place where I grew up. But it is home, because this is where my heart is. And that's all that really matters.

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  1. Bonnie
    August 24, 2005

    This post defi­nate­ly tugged at my heart­strings. My mom was also my best friend. It’s been near­ly a decade since she passed and there isn’t a day when I don’t miss her. It’s espe­cial­ly dif­fi­cult when I’m going through tri­als or tri­umps.

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  2. Nova
    August 24, 2005

    My father passed away 5 years ago.. so I am tru­ly under­stand what you mean when you get so upset to see oth­ers treat their par­ents less in a pleas­ant way :(
    Hi Fir­da.. :)

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  3. yasmina
    August 24, 2005

    yeah, i know what you mean. grow­ing up all over the world, indone­sia some­how nev­er meant home to me. home was where my par­ents were. now home is the lit­tle flat i share with my hus­band :)
    although some­times i wish i could just crawl into my par­ents’ bed when i’m not feel­ing well :(

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  4. Aleta
    August 26, 2005

    I lost my moth­er four years ago. She was my best friend and con­fi­dent; my strength and my mir­ror. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. When I meet new peo­ple, I feel sor­ry for them because they won’t get to know her.
    I total­ly under­stand your feel­ings.

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  5. Devina
    September 3, 2005

    I’m lucky my par­ents are still there. But I didn’t have my ‘home’ any­more. It’s the house where I grew up. I still don’t know why I’m unable to call oth­er places home…

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  6. engeltje op aarde
    September 20, 2005

    hel­lo :). gimana cara buat icon seper­ti diblog ini? makasih :)

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  7. Kim
    March 24, 2006

    Hi:
    It is hard los­ing your mom. I lost my mom at 67 years of age, on Dec 13/05, I also had a new­born baby daugh­ter on Nov 13/05 she is so pre­cious and when mom was in the hos­pi­tal atleast she got to hold her. She died of Pnemo­nia after fight­ing bad nerves for 2 years and lost too much weight to fight it. We were best friends too, and I want­ed her to be around for the baby, as I also have a 9 year old son and she adored him. We live in Alber­ta now for over 22 years and the rest of the fam­i­ly is in Ontar­io, so now I am very lone­ly all the time, my hus­band is a great help but works long 12 hour shifts day/night. I still cry for my mom every­day and I am on anti­de­pres­sants to try and help, seing grief coun­sel­lor too. I wish it wouldn’t hurt so bad every­day and I can’t wait for it to start lift­ing abit. I am 40 yrs old and it is so hard to loose your mom at any age. When did you find that it got eas­ier? I still have to pack up her house too, that is going to be sooo hard. I have some­one watch­ing my lit­tle girl two days a week, until I get a lit­tle bet­ter, I am lucky as she is a hap­py girl and has grand­mas eyes, I just miss her help so much. And felt guilty that I had to put her into the hos­pi­tal, but she got so weak at home with us and was falling allot. The day she died I flew my two Aunts her sis­ters out-I am an only child and told her it was o.k to let go, she was non respon­sive and on oxy­gen at the time, but start­ed shak­ing her head no and start­ed to have tears come down her cheecks. That image is still in my head and I hate it she passed away 15 min­utes after my and baby left with my Aunts with her. Her doc­tor was not the great­est also, didn’t give her any anit­bi­otics until the sec­ond day of her pnemo­nia, they think she choked on a pill and that caused the pnemo­nia in the lungs. I nev­er thought she would die, and when the baby was born she begged me to come into the hos­pi­tal but it was win­ter and late at night I feel so much guilt over that too. But what can you do? I guess time is a great heal­er, I know and hope she is watch­ing over us. sounds sil­ly but I wish she could tell me she is o.k. It is a long road isn’t it. Well, know that I chat­ted your ear off. Hope to hear from you soon. Take care of your­self.

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