housing

Finally, i see the weekend.
The end of a horrible, terrible week where I seemingly argued with Terence everyday.
Not over disagreements or anything either of us did/said.
Just unhappiness and dissatisfaction over things in general.
Venting our frustrations over huge, helpless issues like $$$ etc.
I'm just glad to see the end of this bad week.

Drove to my parents' home on Wednesday.
Had a few hours to kill, and nowhere to go.
And gosh, that sweet relief + silence is priceless.
I've almost forgotten how paradise-like my Cashew home is.

Do you notice how extremely noisy living in flats is?
The cars, the motorbikes, the neighbours, the kids, the construction... there is irritating noise every single moment.
I still cannot get used to communal HDB living.
The noise, the ugly sights, the people who form your neighbours, the whole communal thing.
Sharing a lift, a corridor, a staircase, carpark etc etc.
It's just.... very, very difficult.

Half a year in, i still wish i live elsewhere.
I like my home, just not the neighbourhood and the HDB thing.
When can we afford to move out of this place?
With his turbo-charged car and a baby on the way, it looks most unlikely.