We are proud home-owners in Sinagpore and moved into our *own* place over the weekend. Apart from the nightmares of the corporate slavery we're going to have to sustain over the next 30 years to pay off that huge debt; we are settling in fine. The past many days have been all about lampshades, curtains, sofas, toilet fittings, baby-proofing material, and many trips to a far-flung furniture mall. And the past few nights have been spent in the middle of many unopened cardboard cartons.
I had read somewhere that moving houses is one of the most stressful situations in the human experience. Well, this one was comparable to the World War. We have moved apartments 7 times in as many years (and across 3 countries), but this one was the most difficult to deal with. We have been in denial about how much crap we've accumulated over the years! We miss the old neighbourhood. Besides, Kabeer continues to call this his "new home", but the old place as "home" and that breaks our heart.