I'm not stealing the title from Ed Sheeran's song by the way.
Even though I was born in Padang, I have no memory at all about living in that city. My parents said we moved to Bukittinggi when I turned a year or two years old. So I spend my childhood growing up in a small town on the hill. I remembered every weekend, my parents would drive to Padang to see my relatives there and to have a taste of "city" even though Padang was not that a huge city comparing to Jakarta (obviously) or Bandung.
Bukittinggi was so small that you can even reach some places by walking. One time when I was third year in elementary school, I went back home with my brother and his friends walking from our school to the market (but my parents insist we walked very long until we almost reached home). And since this town is located on a hill, the weather is super chilly that you cannot leave home without wearing a jacket. Or at least that's what I experienced. It was my home until my family decided to move in 2002 due to my dad's upcoming position in Palembang.
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| Jam Gadang, 2018 (taken by moi) |
We went back to Padang almost every year since my late grandmother still live there, and I always looked forward to visit Bukittinggi. This mudik tradition stopped since 2014, but fortunately in 2018 my parents decided to spend our last Eid week holiday to Padang and they rented a car so we could drive to Bukittinggi. I felt so nostalgic and happy even though we were just there for a day. It was not enough time, I admit that. But I hope I can go back there soon, when we are safe enough to travel again.









