10 Things I Learned from Living Independently
I lived with my sister for around four years in a boarding house near her office. In terms of accommodation, we had been through a lot: from getting bitten by an army of fire ants while we were asleep (we were so traumatized that we moved the next day) to fighting off a baby mouse partying in our room (I was so mortified I decluttered the day after that). Jakarta was the silent witness to our sarcastic jokes and fights. My sister, though annoying sometimes, was a roommate I would label as memorable.
