Today marks two months of being married! (How did it pass so fast?)
Some weeks ago, when my editor left his post, he gave each of us in the office a handwritten note.
Mine consisted of this statement: “In this 1 year, you got proposed to, bought a house, got married and went on honeymoon!”
I definitely did. And as I read the note a second time, I realised how true that was and how much I had overlooked this fact. It had been so obvious to others but I had been simply oblivious to it.
Looking back on the past 1.5 years, I have actually done more things than I thought I did!
- Feb 2016: Started Post A Posy instagram account
- Feb 2016: Took on a position in this current conpany that I now work at
- Apr 2016: Set up a flower booth at The Local People Art Market
- Jun 2016: The proposal. I said yes!
- Jul 2016: Holiday-ed at the Amalfi Coast with Mel
- Sep 2016: Threw an engagement party
- Oct 2016: Started our search for a house
- Nov 2016: Found a place we liked and placed a deposit
- Feb 2017: Attended First Appointment at HDB
- Mar 2017: Attended a last-minute appointment at HDB to re-do our financial plan
- Apr 2017: Attended Second (and final) Appointment at HDB
- Apr 2017: We got married!
- May 2017: Honeymoon-ed in Taiwan
- Jun 2017: Went for church camp
- Jun 2017: Cleaned up our new house and started moving in
- Jun 2017: (Soon to happen) Go on a mission trip to Cambodia!
I been fretting over selecting furniture and getting the house ready. And I wondered why we didn’t seem to have time to do the house properly and why I was tired all the time. I thought something must be wrong, with us and with me.
But I guess I overlooked that we actually have done A LOT OF things and I really need to stop being so hard on myself.
These few weeks, R and I have been busy getting our new place ready. I’ve always looked forward to the day I have my own place. And up till these couple of days, moving out has been an appealing idea. But now that it’s actually happening, I’m a mess of emotions. I miss everything about this home I’ve lived in. I miss my parents. I wish I hadn’t lost my temper at them for all the times I did. I miss all the memories, both good and bad, that come with each room and hallway I walk through.
I never thought I’d get emotional from moving out. And this makes it even harder because I’m totally unprepared! I suppose sometimes, we can surprise even our own selves.
These weeks seem to pass in a blur. And I thought the whirlwind would pass after the wedding.
Life is somewhat “back to normal” but normal has taken on a new meaning. Weekdays are spent at work or meeting people while weekends are spent adulting. Just yesterday, we had the air-con checked and cleaned. I have been really tired but the work is not finished.
I’m back from our honeymoon for almost a week now. It’s back to work and everything we’re familiar with.
I’ve informed the company of my intention to resign. There was a whole plot twist there, which I’ll describe more in another post.
We’re also busy with getting the house ready so that we can move in.
At service this morning, a number of people went up to share their testimonies. Among them was a couple who had two consecutive ectopic pregnancies, Joy Sing (who shared about God’s faithfulness in her life), the brother of a lady who recently passed away due to cancer, Alvin (who testified of God’s faithfulness in his studies and work), and Lyvia (who revealed how God transformed her life).
It was a very moving experience, listening to these personal stories. And I realised that just a week ago, I felt prompted to share but had brushed away the thought, thinking that there wasn’t going to be an upcoming opportunity. Little did I know.
I chided myself as I sat there. But as I listened to their stories, I was encouraged. I was also reminded of the many incidents in my life where God protected and provided for me.
R and I met up with YY for lunch. He then drove us to Oxley Bizhub to see lights and curtains at Azora.
We stayed a while, talked to their consultants and left without making any purchases. We followed YY to Serangoon to pick up Cherry and then went for dinner.
Yesterday after Good Friday service, we met up with Joel and Alexia. He’s helping us with the photo montage. We met them for coffee and pancakes at Coffee Academics.
In the evening, R and I walked down the rest of Orchard Road and went into Courts to look at household appliances. We came out an hour later with two pendant lamps instead. We might return for the refrigerator.
This morning, I gave my parents a preview of how the copper frame would look dressed up. It’s looking pretty! Even if I do say so myself.
The afternoon was spent at our new place. The electricians were here to fix up the wiring and we had also arranged for the mattress and bed frame to be delivered. R had also requested the town council to collect and dispose of the bulky items we didn’t want.
It was past nine by the time the electricians left. We cleaned up the place, enjoyed some air con and headed home.
It’s less than two weeks to the wedding and we’re busy with house stuff instead. My colleagues said not to kill ourselves and just delay it till after the wedding.
Perhaps we should.
I woke up in a cloud of negativity. The dream was upsetting. I had also missed service entirely.
Meeting R for lunch helped. We had drinks and then went over to our new place. His parents came over too. We cleaned up the place, wiped the surfaces and threw away the random stuff that the previous owner had left behind.
R and I headed down to Leisure Park in the evening to look at refrigerators and washing machines. We couldn’t decide which to get and decided that we should get dinner instead. And off to Aston’s we went.
Last night, my parents came with me to see the flat. It’s so strange that my parents who have always been providing for me are now stepping into a house that I bought.
Today, R brought his mom to see the place. As I write this, it’s still hard to believe that we have a place to call our own.
R and I dropped by the flat last night for a quick check. We brought our renovator with us so that he could see the place for himself and better advise us on what to do. We initially arranged for us to see the flat 7.30pm but it was delayed till 9.00pm because the seller was at her new place waiting for late deliveries.
We met her again today at HDB for the completion of the sale and to collect the keys. It all went okay except that she left HDB without passing us the keys. We had to go make payment for fire insurance and when we came back, she was gone! When I called and asked if we could meet to get the keys, I was informed that she was already on the road! I requested that she turn back. That was slightly unsettling and the worry wart in me started to fester. Anyway, we received the keys eventually and now we can start work on the flat!
Our own place – this feels surreal.