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Story 3: My Bed & Chicken Soup
I remember talking to my boyfriend the other day when he told me that he doesn’t feel “homey” in Vancouver. I was shocked because this is completely the opposite of what I feel about Vancouver now. This other story of mine will tell you readers why I feel that Vancouver is my home away from home.
Spring break 2018. A lot has changed since winter 2015, especially about how I feel towards this city. Last spring break, I went to New York with four of my girlfriends Levania, Evelyn and Krystella for five days. On the first and second day, we did all the touristy stuff like going to On Top of The Rock, The Flat Iron Building, The Met Museum, Central Park and of course, Times Square. But, at the end of the second night, one of my friends, Evelyn got sick. She did not feel well and was coughing all night. I was thinking to myself that I don’t want to be sick too because man, this is New York! So, I asked the mommy of the group Levania for some vitamins to prevent me from getting the virus from Evelyn.
Waking up on the third day, I felt weak and dizzy. And so, my biggest nightmare came true, I got sick, in New York City, the concrete jungle. I asked for some more vitamins and medicines and hoping that I could feel better and so that the sickness could go away, but it didn’t. I felt worse and worse every hour. It was horrible, I had no energy to wander around the city and every food I ate taste so bland. When you believed that things could not get any worse, it did. Later that night, I had a fever and had to go back to the hotel at 8 pm because my body couldn’t handle it anymore. Do you believe it? 8 pm tucked in bed when I’m in the city that never sleeps. But, Levania and Krystella continued to roam around the city without me and Evelyn. I felt so sad and the only thing I wanted that time was to go home to Vancouver, to be in my own bed with my boyfriend by my side.
The next two days didn’t get any better. I was still sick and wished every second that the trip would end sooner so that I could go back home. It was so heartbreaking that I felt that way because it was my first time in New York and I’ve always wanted to go there since I was little.
When it’s finally the last day of the trip, I kept on checking the clock because I couldn’t wait for our flight back home. So, when I arrived back home in Vancouver late at night, my boyfriend picked me up at the airport and drove me home. After I showered, I sat on my bed and my boyfriend sat next to me and fed me the chicken soup he cooked for me earlier. He also brushed my hair and checked on my forehead every minute to make sure that I feel better. I felt so comfortable, happy and so warm inside. And that’s what I call home.
-Inneke
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Your arms are home.
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Story 3: Where I’d rather be.
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Story 2: Babi Kecap
I consider myself a foodie. I love to cook and eat, and I’ve had a lot of fine dining experiences and some of them are Michelin star restaurants. But, what stole my heart and taste buds the most is still my mom’s food <3. She cooks the best food in, perhaps the world. Her food makes me miss home so much because she always cooks with passion and her heart. Normally, when I wake up in a weekend morning, I go out from my room to the dining room with a happy face because there’s usually a dining table packed with her Indonesian breakfast food such as pecel, nasi goreng, or bakmi ayam. Another amazing thing I will always cherish about her is when I’m inside the car on my way home from school with my tummy grumbling and mouth salivating, I always couldn’t wait to reach home because she always had her delicious food waiting for me. Because she knew how hungry I can get after school. Just by imagining those moments makes me miss her and home so much. As a college student living far away from her makes it so hard for me to get those special treatments from her or anyone. From eating delicious food every dinner to surviving the week relying on instant noodles. That is why when she comes visit and does the things she usually does back home, are the things I cherish most.
The most iconic dish of hers for me is this braised pork belly with sweet soy sauce or babi kecap in Bahasa Indonesia that I’ve mentioned earlier in my first story. It’s one of the dishes from her that I crave most during my first year living in a dorm or even during my stay in Vancouver up until now. The pork is so tender, so flavorful and so scrumptious. It’s cooked with boiled eggs and potatoes and I usually pair it with a bowl of hot white steamed rice.
However, one day, an unordinary thing happened on an ordinary day. I went to an Indonesian church and they served babi kecap at the end of the service. I was so happy and thrilled, especially because I haven’t had a legit Indonesian food or food in general because of living in a dorm and I missed my mom’s babi kecap so much. Then when I took my first bite, my mom’s face and home instantly popped into my head. Though the babi kecap wasn’t as good as hers, it still made me feel at home and warm inside. It was just like eating babi kecap for dinner with my family that my mom cooked for us.
Luckily, when I moved out of dorm, I live in apartment with my own kitchen. My mom amazingly made me a recipe book of her dishes including the babi kecap dish. I’ve recreated it so many times ever since but still, it wasn’t as good as hers. It’s maybe because only her who could replicate the recipe:
BABI KECAP RECIPE:
500 gr Pork Belly
2 Cloves of Garlic
1 Shallot
2 tbsp Sweet Soy Sauce
1 tbsp Soy Sauce
5 cups of mom’s love
2 kgs of mom’s care
Though it is not as good as hers, cooking and eating that for myself still makes me feel her presence and love. I miss you mom!
-Inneke
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Story 1: #ThrowBack to 2015
This is a story of me waving goodbye to my family back in winter 2015. 2015 was the year I had to leave my home, Surabaya, Indonesia and moved to Vancouver for college. During winter break, my family came to visit me for a short period of time. So, when the break was over and the new school term has started, I had to say goodbye to my family for the second time in 6 months. So here it goes…
24 hours before my family left: I was back in my dorm room after the lovely dinner me and my family had in downtown. We rode the bus together but I had to stop one stop before them since I was heading back to UBC instead of to Coquitlam with them. I remembered that I cried so hard that night since I didn’t want them to leave me alone.
12 hours before my family left: I was on my way to class wearing my usual black Ray Ban sunglasses, I wore it to cover my swollen eyes, because of crying obviously. Instead of listening to my psych prof, I was planning on which class should I ditch and which bus I’m taking to get to Coquitlam and meet my family.
8 hours before my family left: My mom cooked her usual pork dish like what she usually served in Surabaya and she packed some for me alongside with two Tupperwares filled with steamed rice (#asiansbeingasian) for me to bring back to my dorm. It was the best feeling ever of having someone taking care of me and cook delicious food for me.
5 hours before my family left: I was crying so hard inside my room in Coquitlam without anyone noticed. When I managed to cool down, I talked to my sister and asked her some questions about school, but she noticed my swollen eyes and asked, “did you just cried?” and in that moment, I couldn’t hold it anymore so I cried so hard and everyone came to me and calmed me down. I remembered I also said that I wanted to go back home to Surabaya and I didn’t want to be here anymore. My parents told me that “If that’s what you want then fine, you can go back to Surabaya and probably do nothing... but aren’t you ashamed of it? having the opportunity to attend UBC is so rare and such an honor for you and for us”. I then finally realized that “okay I’m going to graduate from UBC not for me but for my parents so they can finally say “Good job Inneke, we’re so proud of you”. The conversation ended with everyone saying that in 6 months we’ll meet again and time will go by so fast.
30 minutes before my family left: As I was saying goodbye to my family in the airport bawling my eyes out, I met some of my friends. When I hugged my family goodbye, my friends were there and they saw me crying. Some of them managed to cheer me up quite a little.
2 weeks after my family left: I sat quietly in my dorm room and had not stopped crying for two weeks because I was missing them and their company so much.
“Home” is wherever my family is <3
-Inneke
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