What with baby coming, we thought we'd be more comfortable living in our own space. So we went hunting for our own (HDB) aparment with a few set pre-requisites in mind: a) has to be walking distance from an MRT station b) has to be a new neighbourhood c) has to be in the North end of this tiny island where both sets of grandparents reside d) has to be on a high floor and airy and e) do not need full renovation. We probably looked at 30-odd houses before we made up our minds. Thank goodness Hafidz & I agreed on that 1 dream apartment, unlike our tussle with baby names. It was slightly beyond our budget but it fulfilled all criteria to a T. We decided it was worth the extra and signed the 7million papers the (unfriendly but efficient) HDB officer placed in front of us. At the end of the 2nd appointment, Hafidz & I thought we'd somehow be declared bankrupt and be sent to the poorhouse.
So now 26 weeks pregnant, we are frantically trying to posh up the house for our impending move. Furniture to be bought, electrical appliances to be installed, walls to be puttied and sandpapered and painted, toilets to be cleaned... the list goes on.
My advise to future brides and grooms, "waste not want not"... once you've signed the marriage papers, there's no stopping your bank account from bleeding.