A Journey to Kota Tua: Riding the Rails from Daru Station to Jakarta Kota Station

"A Letter to My Future Self" Dear Future Me, I hope when you read this, you're somewhere calm — maybe not fully happy yet, but at peace with how far you've come. I don’t know where life has taken you, but I trust you’re still holding on to the parts of you that matter most: your kindness, your softness, your dreams. Right now, I’m learning to be more patient with myself. I still overthink, still doubt, but I’m trying. I hope you remember that trying counts — even when it’s messy, even when no one else sees it. Have you reached some of the things we once wished for? Or have your dreams changed? Either way, I hope you’re still choosing the things that feel true to you — not just what looks good from the outside. Please don’t forget the version of us who wrote this — the one who still believes in little joys, who finds comfort in words, who hopes for gentle days ahead. Take care of her. Take care of me. With all the love I have now, – Shalsa (your past self)

Name: Shalsabila  Intermediate Writing: Diaries- All in One Day  Date: February 4th, 2025 That day, I went to Ancol to accompany the kids for a competition. We left early in the morning and the atmosphere was super lively. The kids were full of spirit, and I was genuinely happy to see them give their best. It was tiring going back and forth, but I truly enjoyed being part of it. After the competition ended, we didn’t go home right away. We went to Dufan! Even though we didn’t stay long, riding a few attractions was enough to make me smile. It felt like a short but sweet break from the day. But the day wasn’t over yet. We got home in the late afternoon, and I jumped straight into my online class. My body was exhausted, my eyes heavy, and my stomach growling — tired, sleepy, and hungry all at once. Still, duty calls. A super packed day, but full of good memories!

  Not Much, But Still Today I just want to write, not for anyone, just to release my full head. Today, I did everything slowly. Prepared materials for the new kindergarten kids, cutting colored paper, laying out glue, sorting toys. One by one. No rush. I even opened my uni assignment. Didn’t finish much, just made a bit of progress. But still… that counts. Strangely, I wasn’t running around, I didn’t go anywhere, yet suddenly it was already late afternoon. It felt like 11 a.m. a minute ago, then suddenly the sun was gone. I didn’t spend the day lying around. I didn’t overload myself either. But time still flew, like I was on slow mode and the clock wasn’t waiting. It kind of hurts, honestly. Not from exhaustion, but from that feeling of  "How is it night already? I just started to feel okay." But still, I moved today. Maybe not fast. Maybe not loud. But I showed up. And that matters.