The Move

I teared upteenth time writing this post.
I have been shifting my things over to my very own house since months back.
Yet, the husband and I did not move in - until recently that is.

I officially moved out and grew up on 4th December.
It was a planned move. I wanted to do it after my Mom & Lil Sis came back from Europe.
I did it after my Lil' Sister's birthday a few days before that.

It was a date contemplated and postponed many times.
We received our keys on 31st Aug. The date we were looking forward to and so excited about.

Till today, there is no full occupancy to the 4 blocks of flats from Park Central.
Residents are still renovating which I find it super absurd.
The reason why the husband and I bought a DBSS (design-build-and-sell-scheme) was because we did not want to take any renovation loan to do up the house.

For DBSS units, a lot of things are done for you.
Toilets are done with fittings and sinks.
Kitchen done, also with fittings and sinks.
Flooring done and depending on the developer for various DBSS. Our living room flooring is a homogenous 60 by 60 tiles and room floor are laminated.
All of our 3 rooms are fixed with wardrobes and inverter air cons.
Heater is fixed. Gas fixed.

Basically it is really a move in condition.
The only thing I hate about my house is that there is a balcony outside my living room and my master bedroom which I think is really a waste of space.

I am not saying that there is not much to spend.
There still is.
We spent almost $10k on our washing machine, dryer, refrigerator, carpets, sofa, dining tables, bed, sheets and the miscellaneous that drains your pockets without you realising it.

The husband and I have yet to fix curtains and blinds. We have yet to fix grills in our home.
A lot of our guests fear to stand outside our balcony and see the beautiful view on the 26th floor.

Night view from my living room balcony

Our lights at home only uses bulbs for now because I have an irritating neighbour downstairs who wants a quiet flat and I cannot do any drilling even before 10pm.
They have sent a police to my house once and they came up once. Both times were at about 10pm and I was having guests over.

One more time, I will sue them for disturbing MY privacy.
Because it is not past 11pm and plus it is echo-y because there are still a lot of homes vacant.
If they send the police to my place again, I make sure the police come and sit through my gathering and decide if we are really noisy.

So anyway, I do have neighbours (front, back, left, right) who renovate their houses.
They hack their flooring. They tear down the wardrobes which is already there. They redo their kitchen cabinets.
If that was the spending power I had, I would have bought an old flat, larger space and renovate it MY way.
Sometimes, I really wonder what they are thinking.

Truthfully, I have a very simple home. Nothing fantastic nor over the top - except my bed which I find it very challenging to get out from.
Oh, and that alhamdulillah there is always enough food to entertain guests any time.
Other than that, it is cosy enough and that is sufficient for me and the husband.

So anyway, it was a teary departure for me and for my mom and sis.
Here was what my sister tweeted the day before.

The night I left my mom's place, I took 2 hours to say goodbye.
I teared cried like a little girl and in between my mom said,"Intan (my name @ home), you are pregnant and have a child in you. You will be a mother soon."

I ended up only crying harder.

It was hard to leave the house I have been staying in there for 21 years.
Of course it was emotional!
My mom and sis did get emotional too.. I really hate being away from them.
Of course I enjoy my privacy and the things I get to do with the husband but I am always comforted with the fact that I am near them if they need anything or any help.

Many said we are only few minutes away if we drive.
Some said there is always the telephone.
But it is and never the same.

I spent some time with mom alone, hugging each other on the bed and it is kinda funny cos Rania shares the hug from mom.
But who cares. Reality was setting in. I was moving out.
I grew up for almost 30 years kissing my mom good night before I sleep.
I spent years talking to her in her room before I go to sleep.

I spent my entire life sleeping with my sister (minus a year)
I spent half of my life teasing her when I wake up and she is still asleep, irritating her because I cannot get back to sleep and she can still sleep like a log.
I spent my life with my sister in the room, sharing stories about both men and women (hot, naughty and nice). She will introduce me to new house music.
We will talk about our shopping. About clothes we bought and can share and eventually clothes which are pregnant-friendly.

So it was really a major shift for me.
Mega shift.
The husband waited for me downstairs till he fell asleep.

Soon after I left home, my Lil Sis' tweeted

I was tearing all night, non-stop!

Subsequently my sms-es to mom that night.

I took leave the next day to spend time with mom.
I guess all of us were in shock and reality could not sink in that we are living separately.
Even the Lil' Sis who finishes work super late made time for us.

Today, my house is slowly filling up.
I have started to get my hands busy in the kitchen, of which my husband has been enjoying every meal and it is amazing because I have never cooked before this.
I am getting used to my house and getting a hang of the independence.

But little did anyone know, I still call my mother ALL the time.
I try to have lunches with my Lil' Sister.
I call my mom before I sleep to wish her good night.
The three of us still sms each other in the middle of the night to say how much we are thinking of each other and how much we are missing each other.

Almost 2 weeks and it is still tough.

For example, today I woke up at 7am only to see the sms from my mummy at 4.30am saying she is missing me at that hour.
How can I not miss home?

p.s: I am not sure if I am the only one feeling so emotional. Or is it that all daughters feel like I do. Maybe it is the hormones.

xoxo,