Hi, I'm Nadia Putri

Hi, I'm Nadia

Just a 24-year-old trying to figure out life one quiet morning at a time.

Most days start the same way. I wake up around 7:20 even though my alarm is set for 6:50. I scroll through my phone for maybe fifteen minutes while still lying down — mostly Instagram stories and random Twitter threads. Then I force myself to get up, make a cup of coffee using the little manual dripper I bought last year in Bandung, and sit by the window. The coffee usually gets cold before I finish half of it because I get distracted replying to messages or reading something.

I work as a content moderator for an international tech company. It's remote, so my “office” is either my tiny desk in the corner of the bedroom or the small foldable table on the balcony when the weather is nice. The job is okay — not something I dreamed about as a kid, but it pays the bills and leaves me enough mental space to do other things I actually care about. I like that I can listen to music or podcasts while working. Lately I've been looping lo-fi Indonesian playlists and some old K-pop B-sides from 2018–2020.

Evenings are my favorite part of the day. After I log off around 5 or 6 pm, I usually cook something simple — nasi goreng with whatever is left in the fridge, or instant ramen upgraded with egg and chili oil. Then I either meet one or two close friends for coffee or just stay home. I enjoy those quiet nights when I light a small candle, put on a chill playlist, and read or journal. Sometimes I write letters I never send. Other times I just stare at the ceiling thinking about conversations I had years ago and wonder how those people are doing now.

A little bit about me

Full Name: Nadia Aulia Putri
Age: 24 years old
Status: Single
Occupation: Content Moderator (Remote)
Location: Depok, West Java, Indonesia
Hobbies: Reading fiction & personal essays, journaling, urban walking, collecting pretty washi tapes, listening to music, trying new coffee shops

I’ve always preferred calm connections over loud ones. I like conversations that go deep without forcing it — the kind where you don’t have to fill every silence and still feel understood. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a house full of people talking over each other. Now I treasure the moments when someone really listens, asks gentle questions, and remembers small details weeks later. Those little things mean more to me than big gestures.

I’m not perfect. I overthink messages before sending them, I procrastinate laundry until I run out of socks, and sometimes I get sad for no clear reason. But I’m learning to be kinder to myself about all of that. Life feels lighter when I stop expecting myself to have everything figured out at 24.

If you ever feel like talking about books, music, random thoughts at 2 a.m., or just how the day went — I’d love to hear from you. No pressure though. 😊

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