Yes, I know, that sentence alone sounds ridiculous. Ghosting belongs in dating stories, not property transactions. But here we are.
He had said he’d come to sign the contract. I waited. No show. No text. No sorry-I-can’t-make-it message. Just silence. Fine, I thought, maybe he changed his mind. I moved on and carried on with life.
Okay. That’s new.
Since I lived 50 km away, so my father in law handled him.
And then he called, said that he could only pay for three months instead of eight. Okay, I can understand flexibility. But then came the kicker: he wanted to move in tomorrow (yes, TOMORROW), even though he’d only be able to pay on November 16 which is 10 days AFTER that.
Like, seriously?
I might be an INFJ, but even my empathy has limits.
How do you even process a request like that? He sounded serious. Like, dead serious. Then he added this cherry on top: if we didn’t give him the keys tomorrow, he’d cancel the deal and wouldn’t buy the house later.
Sir, that’s not a threat. That’s a blessing.
I swear, there’s a special kind of peace that comes when you recognize a red flag early and decide not to fight it. I just smiled and said, “No problem at all, Sir.” Bye!
Let’s find a buyer who is more respectful, dignified, ethical, and trustworthy. Amen.
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Later that afternoon, husband and I walked to the mall near my apartment to meet Mas Armijn and Mbak Ai. The air was gentle, the sky a bit moody, and I could still feel that leftover tension from the weird tenant episode. But meeting them was like stepping into a calm, meaningful bubble.
They’re the founders of Senja, a platform for seniors and their caregivers. You can check them out at @snja_id. Their mission: Empowering Juniors to care for Seniors with love, dignity, and independence.
Tell me that’s not beautiful.
We met at Toby’s Estate, sipping fresh juice and munching shrimp fried tofu. We talked about business strategy, sure, but mostly about purpose. About why something like Senja matters. About what happens when love and mission intertwine. About the weight and joy of caring for others, and for yourself.
We drifted into deeper waters: personality differences, MBTI types, parenting, and many things.
One moment we were laughing about personality differences, and the next, we were reflecting on how the community they're building could become support system to each other.
Before I knew it, it was almost 7 PM. My daughter texted, “Do you want me to set some food aside for you?” Time flies when conversations is meaningful.
Maybe that’s the quiet INFJ power: we want to be good, but not naïve.
We want to see the best in people, but not at the cost of our boundaries.
It’s a lifelong dance between heart and discernment. Between grace and guardrails.
Today, I realized something: being kind doesn’t mean saying yes to everyone. Sometimes kindness looks like saying no, with calm eyes and a soft smile. Sometimes kindness means walking away before chaos starts.
And sometimes, it means sitting in a coffee shop with tofu crumbs on your plate, talking about dignity, aging, and purpose. And feeling deeply grateful that your energy wasn’t wasted on the wrong person this time.
Here’s my new wisdom for today:
When people show you who they are, believe them. But also bless them, because they just helped you protect your peace.
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