Shadows settle on the place that you left
Borrowing from the archives today. Also because on some days, I terribly miss our old life. I do, we do, we reminisce about it quite a lot lately.
I never got around to sharing why we moved back in February. Maybe it took this long to settle down. Settled yet unsettled. Anyway without going into too much detail, after my grandma passed away last October, my grandfather asked if we wanted to move into his home and take the empty room. We have been renting for the last three years but back in September 2011, our future plans changed a little. We applied for a build-to-order flat – on a whim – we got it and realized we definitely needed to be saving a lot more (downpayment, renovation, furniture). Being self-employed people has its perks but generally unperky when it comes to housing finance things.
So we save on rent by living with my grandfather till our flat is ready… in 2015 (whaaa what?). I get to see my ahgong (grandfather) every day and live in the house I kind of grew up in, all over again. We get to escape from household chores cos he has a domestic helper. But I don’t get to cook now. And after living alone as two people, sharing a space isn’t so easy. My ahgong and Fatboy didn’t get along for awhile too, a whole fiasco, I tell you. Then Fatboy gets misunderstood as a spoilt cat by relatives who heard the stories of the fiasco. Breaks my heart every time someone says that , he is just a cat who loves his freedom guys…
I know that I will be so thankful for this time spent living with my ahgong tho. His old man ways has rubbed off a little on me already, I no longer toss things away without having a go at fixing it first, no frivolous buys, those qualities yknow? So while I cannot wait to begin our new life in our new home, I also love being this close to my ahgong, sigh, the mysteries of being a granddaughter, a mother (to my cats) and a girlfriend, all at the same time.
