It has been almost a fortnight and I declare that I am officially settled into my new place. I love my view as it is relatively unobstructed by buildings. I look out into a sea of greens. And my table has been well-done. I love the amount of space to play around with. Now there is the Apple corner (aka entertainment) and my work space. It is vital to keep the two relatively separated. The problem is how do I move myself back to the work space?
And I have decided to throw away a lot of things. I have enough of hoarding stuff. It depresses me. My subconscious has threatened to commit suicide should I throw the stuff away. The emotional burden is too much to bear. And the things just sit there year after year. I suspect I will never touch any of them ever.
Ok so much for the shifting of houses. The ordeal started back in october/november when when we shifted out of Queens, into Chinatown. And here we are back at where we started. Not really, we, as a family, really started from Yishun block 240, although, I spent most of kindergarden days in Ang Mo Kio, where my grandparents lived.
My memories of my yonder days should be another blog post......
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