Finally Had My Own Bedroom
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 house is special. It has one main door and two separate units for two different families to live in. Mom and dad occupied one of the units, they have their unit designed in an exquisite and royalty taste, just the way my dad like it. While it was my mom’s idea to have a unit for her own use as a vacation house in the beginning, she furnished it nicely with lots of her treasures like good knives and good kitchenwares, nice ornaments and nice shampoos. Another unit was meant for rent or becoming Airbnb for strangers, but usually on family outing, me and my siblings will occupied that unit. They both have separate living rooms and kitchens.
During the holidays, I have enjoyed myself at the separated unit with my twin, while my mom and dad enjoyed their holiday next door. I asked my dad to extend one more night as I haven’t enjoyed myself enough. When the holiday ends, my twin Alina will start her first day of internship in an Architecture firm in Sentul, which is a long way from Cheras. She will take the MRT as planned and change LRT line to reach her company. Due to this, she was pondering on the idea of staying in the apartment alone independently, for the convenient of the transportation.
And she bravely decided to do it.
Before this, which is a few weeks earlier, she has asked for my opinion, whether I wanted to stay in the apartment with her, because she wasn’t so sure, maybe she would go, maybe she wouldn’t. I said no right away, like it was some kind of joke. Why would I do that? Now I have a job, the office is near with our home, I could eat mom’s cook everyday and sleep in my comfy bed, why would I create unnecessary inconvenience for myself? To move to a new place?
But when Alina announced her brave decision two days before her internship starts, I said I will join her too, to move into the apartment, without hesitation. Do you want to know why?
Well, during the two nights of the New Year’s Eve holiday, I have become to like the apartment. Actually I have liked it since the beginning, my mom likes it too, I guess I was influenced by her for some good part. And I stayed there during some random holidays a few times already in the past. And some of my singing covers were made over there too. So, I suddenly felt a strong feeling toward this apartment unit. I felt I have this bonding with the apartment, and I keep telling myself that I wish to live in it and let it be my home one day.
So here am I. My wish comes true.
The room is cute. The living room is cute. Everything is so lovely in my eyes. ( Only there is no Wifi installed here, I will figure how to solve that).
My mom is dutifully worried as a mom, she scolded us for buying necessary goods from the supermarket because she says that is wasting money as we should bring resources from home to the apartment. My father annoyingly mumbled, ‘Oh, for hell’s sake, let them be, they are grown ups already!’ Mmnnn… I wouldn’t wish for another of my parents unnecessary quarrel, I better move fast.
So we packed our baggages right away that night, and move in the next day, which is today, after dinner. Well, with all the happy and careful preparing, I have brought enough NECESSARY things over to the apartment, which is a lot. And we managed to drag it all up to the thirtieth floor in one move.
Well, I think it shall be a new chapter in my life in this beginning of a new year. I proudly announce that I am officially 23-years-old. I can cook dinner for myself and my twin (as we agreed she will prepare breakfast and I will prepare dinner), and still eat mom’s lunch at home. It is such a perfect combo, don’t be confused, the apartment is actually very close to my house, just eight minuets away. And, a-ha, forgot to tell you, finally we have SEPARATE bedrooms! Oh, I have been longing for this day. It has been my dream all along.