I am used to tagging along my mother, ever since I was a little girl, whenever she goes for a job and has an extra room for me. She used to take me to her lectures when I was very young; all I can remember vaguely is a picture of me sitting in front of a classroom, drawing quietly until the class dismissed.
I was still a student at ITB when my mother asked me to accompany her for a job at Pulau Seribu (a cluster of islands at the Northern part of Jakarta). It didn't take me long to decide: sun and sea are my friends! She had to supervise the planting of mooring buoys (where vessels can anchor during stops, without damaging the coral reefs). So what I did mostly was jumping into the water whenever her boat stopped to plant the buoys and climbing back when it's time to move to the next spot. Quite pleasant!
I already graduated from ITB (I think) and functioned as an assistant lecturer when she asked me to go with her to Manado (North Sulawesi) for a conference. It didn't take me long to decide, either, because - at that time - I never set foot on that part of Indonesia. She attended the conference, while I went around by myself: sight-seeing, making friends, snorkelling, white-water rafting and even camping with my newfound friends. That was another fond memory.
It turns out that the habit of tagging along doesn't stop. Tomorrow we'll go together again, this time for a symposium in Bali. The theme of the event interests me, too, so it's less like 'tagging along' and more like 'attending together', but anyhow, it's me free-loading in her hotel room with an extra bed, as usual. I hope I can easily find (free) WiFi spots, so I can still get email and Internet updates. Otherwise, see you in a few days!