Finally Had My Own Bedroom I love this house. I love its tiles. I love its walls. I love its bed. I love its view. I love its bathroom. I love its sofa. I love its living room. I love its space. Now I’m moving in and there’s a story to tell. Well, it is my father’s apartment. My father brought it because it is right beside the MRT station and it has good market value. The apartment was designed by my big sister Angel and I had the chance to participate little of the renovation process. I got to pick the sofa and the bed with her, and some of the cupboards and coffee tables. So I have familiarity of it all when it was done and curiously feeling kind of proud. It was meant to be Airbnb and it was once a while ago before the pandemic. Now people are short on money and the apartment has been vacant for some time. A few days before, like everybody else in the world, me and my family were celebrating new year’s eve in the apartment, chilling out and enjoying the holiday. The hou...