Flats are.....welll.......
px and I, the Paks and Ting went to see 2 flats last evening as potention buyers. Marine Terrace Blk 54 (4 rm) ad Blk 59 (3 rm).
It was my virgin flat viewing and it felt strange viewing a stranger's place. And I had to ask random questions about the seller and the agent, couldn't shut my mouth up, but that made it all a very pleasant experience for us all somewhat.
Maybe it was the delish fish soup we had after, or it could be the company, and even more random conversation, but it was fun.
Plus it made me think about.......getting a place of my own!
Which means I'll have to be married in the eyes of the law.
Which made me think about whether I'm hanging out with the right partner.
Then i digressed and got very excited about buying something very expensive (a house!).
And thinking about how I can spruce up my own space.
Which made me think about money.
Then I digressed again and imagined life with my 3 children and husband.
Which made me wonder about px again.
Then I realised that I have no answers to any of my thoughts and that life will roll everything out for me, or rather I'll leave everything in God's warm and large hands. Also that I preferred the 4 rm flat, with its orangey 80s floor tiles (which I can keep and I'll furnish the house with all things retro), but the 'feel' of the place is not perfect and it's on a low floor.
Which lead to the conclusion that we both want a high floor flat, but that means we cannot afford prime areas.
Then the fact that housing prices have sky-rocketed since my ah gong bought the marine drive flat in 1986 became very jarring.
Which means that my kids may not be able to afford a roof they can call their own in the future.
Where does this all lead to again?
It was my virgin flat viewing and it felt strange viewing a stranger's place. And I had to ask random questions about the seller and the agent, couldn't shut my mouth up, but that made it all a very pleasant experience for us all somewhat.
Maybe it was the delish fish soup we had after, or it could be the company, and even more random conversation, but it was fun.
Plus it made me think about.......getting a place of my own!
Which means I'll have to be married in the eyes of the law.
Which made me think about whether I'm hanging out with the right partner.
Then i digressed and got very excited about buying something very expensive (a house!).
And thinking about how I can spruce up my own space.
Which made me think about money.
Then I digressed again and imagined life with my 3 children and husband.
Which made me wonder about px again.
Then I realised that I have no answers to any of my thoughts and that life will roll everything out for me, or rather I'll leave everything in God's warm and large hands. Also that I preferred the 4 rm flat, with its orangey 80s floor tiles (which I can keep and I'll furnish the house with all things retro), but the 'feel' of the place is not perfect and it's on a low floor.
Which lead to the conclusion that we both want a high floor flat, but that means we cannot afford prime areas.
Then the fact that housing prices have sky-rocketed since my ah gong bought the marine drive flat in 1986 became very jarring.
Which means that my kids may not be able to afford a roof they can call their own in the future.
Where does this all lead to again?