The building inspection is done, the papers are signed, and we have handed over the fat deposit cheque. Yes, we are officially homeowners. It feels rather anti-climactic as we went through the upheavals of “what the heck did we just get ourselves into?” LAST week. We’ve already scoured the local home improvement shops for fun stuff like faux wood flooring and tiles printed with “real” tile finish. It boggles the mind how many questionable and ugly patterns of lino exist in public! I think I need to change professions and become a lino-pattern-designer. Or, better yet, I should become a bathtub designer because who ever invented rectangular, shallow tubs obviously prefers the shower.

Yes, the condo has these glorified holes in the ground. There is nothing more aggravating than sinking into a freshly-drawn bath and having half of it immediately slosh out through the overflow drain — the latter placed conveniently halfway up the already ridiculously-shallow tub. I much prefer the angled-back and arm rest variety. Swimming capacity would be nice, too. I think I need a pool …