What places anchored me this year? Ah, this is too easy to
answer. The capital city, of course!
To start an entirely new life after college, I moved from my
home town to Jakarta. I spent a little more than half a year throughout 2012 in the capital city
for the sake of earning a living.
The good thing of having a home town only about three hours
away from Jakarta is that I can come home as often as every weekend, although I
did not do so as frequent.
On another note, the search of a rented room was tough, I tell
you. I have heard from too many people that finding one that suits your budget
and needs is as challenging as finding your true love – and I must say I agree.
For seven month I spent living in Jakarta, I already lived in four (!) places.
My first place was a supposedly-a-female-only-guest house in
Kebon Sirih. Located near the illustrious Jalan Jaksa, backpackers in colourful
bags and complexion was a common sight. The room was small, but it had
character, with warm lighting and a set of vintage furniture. I stayed for only
a month here, because the landlady then came up saying that her distant niece
is coming to live with her and she will use my room, only a few days after I have
moved in.
Ridiculous as it may sound, I had to start the room-rent hunt
once again, and soon enough I found a replacement in Kebon Kacang. The
neighbourhood offers affordable rented rooms for every budget, and I was happy
to find a girls-only place equipped with kitchen for IDR 750k a month. Granted,
there was neither en-suite bathroom nor air conditioner, and I also had to pay
extra for my laundry, but it fit my budget nicely and the house mates were friendly.
After three months living there, though, I decided to move
with a friend to a place in Jalan Blora. I heard about the place from a friend
who had been living there for some time, and from his words, the place sounds like
a very good bargain. It is strategically located on the top floor of a 24-hour Manadonese
restaurant, and only steps away from XTrans shuttle service station. The room
cost IDR 2, 2 million, but sharing it made the bill more bearable. After all,
it had en-suite bathroom, air conditioner, cable television, and wireless
internet connection. They would also change the bed sheet and refill the
mineral water gallon weekly.
However, the management sucked. My room was never thoroughly
cleaned up. The water was so bad I got skin allergies and I eventually washed
my face with drinking water. I also suspected that, when they cleaned my room
or refilled the drinking water, they did other things they might not supposed
to do, because often times I noticed that my possession was not placed where I initially
left them. We left after merely a month.
It was October, and my quest for a rented room ended after I
stumbled upon a place, again, in Kebon Kacang. Actually, I even came back to
the very street I used to live in; it was only a couple of buildings apart from
my old place. It had everything I wanted: a reasonably-sized room for one with
a big dresser, well-cleaned building and bathrooms, a kitchen and a shared
refrigerator. For IDR 850k a month, they would do my laundry as well, so that
was a plus.
My last rented room has now become my little nest. To complement
my storage space, I bought a chest of drawer, two knock-down shelves, two and
three stacks respectively, and a wheeled plastic container, so I have a place
for everything I own. This might seem petty, but being able to have most of my
belongings in a room is what makes living in a rented place means so much to
me.
The one downer of this place, though, is that the landlady
does not allow people other than the renter’s family members to stay over. Oh,
and the room’s door lock is often times problematic. However, generally, I like
it here.
Update: As I have left my last job in May 2013 and get a new one
in a different neighbourhood earlier this month, I decided to move out of my
rented room two months ago. I am currently on a quest for finding a new one
that is walking distance from my current office. Wish me luck! J
No comments:
Post a Comment