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House-hacking: Maintaining your wellbeing in the time of crisis

2020 probably goes beyond all of our expectation. The COVID-19 pandemic becomes another global crisis, caught cities all around the world off guard. Many governments put cities into a lockdown trying to cope with the pandemic. But the lockdown comes at a price. It stopped the city from its normal functions and crippling the economy. Many are forced to stay at home for self-quarantine; some can…

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#covid19 #house decor #house hacking #lockdown diary #playhouse #wellbeing

Drivers of Auckland’s Housing Market: How Can We Provide Housing Effectively for Young Generations? Residential areas in Auckland has been developed in a way that leads the city into a housing crisis of unaffordability and decreasing homeownership.

Transit-Oriented Development (TOD) Is ‘Hype’ in Jakarta Today, But umm… Is the Concept Actually Liveable?

What is Transit-Oriented Development (TOD) and how come it becomes a hype in Jakarta when (probably) no one really knows its meaning?

TOD is a planning concept originated in the developed countries which after the Second World War experienced a rapid, low-density urban expansion driven by mass ownership of the automobile (Calthorpe, 1993). In the late 20th century it became a key method in the…

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Auckland’s Housing Market Failure for Young Generations: What Can Urban Designers Do? Younger generations in Auckland are now facing the reality of the on-going housing crisis in their city.

New Zealand ASEAN Scholarship — the opening of a new adventure! This writing should be done since October last year when I finally get the result of this scholarship but life had been so busy and full with assorted feelings back then.

#auckland #jakarta to new zealand #master study #new zealand #new zealand scholarship #NZAS #travel

The Moment When I Learn How To Bounce-Back Instead of Pitying Myself Well first, you have to know that this is a writing about my experience on being resilient.

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(3/3) “I miss that we can’t go out and dance. Or visit other people. We used to volunteer at the senior center every Wednesday. She’d play the piano, and I’d turn the pages for her. The hymns were some of the last things she remembered. Music was her life. But one day she wouldn’t play anymore. And I told the staff that they’d need to find someone else. So we stay here now. But I don’t see this as a curse. It’s an honor. This is what the Lord has given me to do. She has served this family her entire life. And now it’s my turn to serve her. I might not have her mentally. But I have her. I can still make her smile. I can make bubbly noises, and blow on her, and she’ll smile. Every morning we’ll sit in this chair and we’ll cuddle until noon. I rock this lady more than I rock my grandchildren. She likes to slip her hand under my shirt to feel my skin. And she still likes to kiss. Every once in awhile she’ll reach up and give me a kiss. Sometimes she starts ‘yakking.’ She doesn’t say actual words. And it doesn’t make any sense. But I never tell her to be quiet, because it’s better than nothing at all.”

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(2/3) “We celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary in Branson, Missouri. On the drive home, she kept telling me that we were going the wrong way. She was very insistent. I didn’t fight her. I kept letting her turn around because I knew that eventually we’d hit the main road back to Michigan. I knew then. Her father had dementia. And so did his father. So I knew what was happening. Soon she started forgetting names. When it started getting really bad, she wanted to walk away. She was always trying to leave the house. I’d have to lie in front of the door to keep her from going. One morning I woke up and I couldn’t find her. I freaked out: ‘Where did she go? Where did she go?’ I ran outside and it was totally dark. Down the road there was a streetlight. And I could barely see her—crossing the road. I ran and I got her. But she fought me. She didn’t want to come back home.”

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(1/3) “I was nineteen. She was sixteen. Our dates were normally on Sunday. We didn’t do much of anything. We were conservative. I was a farmer. We weren’t those swinging type people. But every date was a little more cuddly. Then she took me to her senior prom. It was just ten miles from here—in Richmond. I was the only one there without a tuxedo. All those city folks didn’t know what to make of me. I can’t tell you when we fell in love. I can’t even tell you when I asked her to marry me. It was just natural. I think we were just sitting in the car and I gave her the ring. I don’t have many big moments to share. We were simple people. They were all happy days.”