A place called home

I never really talk much about our first house we live together, am I?

We moved-in on February 1st 2010. It's a spacious apartment / quarters on the fourth floor located in Putrajaya.

I love it there. We love it there.

It is so spacious and several times we played badminton in the house.

It has very little furniture.

We only bought the basic things so that we don't have bring a lot to our own house. A 3-seater sofa, a small japanese table and a tv set for the living room, a queen bed for the our bedroom and a washing machine which recently reached it's 3-month old. We use mom's old fridge and I brought along my single bed which I have been using since I was 7.

That is all.

This house is more like a rumah persinggahan. We sleep, change, eat and watch tv during weekdays and leave it empty during weekends.

We received not so many / (none most of the time) guests.

InsyaAllah, we will be moving to our own house early next year (yay) but I was feeling a lil bit sad to leave our very first place we called home. I was thinking about this on my way to the office this morning.

Every weekend, we moved my stuff from my mom's place to our quarters so that when the time come to move, everything is from this house only.

Moving my stuff actually takes longer than I thought.

I was nagging husband about how banyak his stuff was last year not knowing that my stuff is lagi banyak banyak from his.

I never new I had that much stuff and clothes...... Thanks to mom who always sewed the clothes slightly bigger and insist me to wear lose clothes therefore I never outgrow eventhough I've gained kgs for the past years. I can still wear most of them.

I was sorting the clothes when husband suddenly stared at them and said, "I wonder how big the wardrobe will it be to fit all the these clothes of yours"


hahaha