To rebound from that very negative but necessary post, I am now writing about the happy, albeit slightly marred, event that got our family together. I have probably mentioned before that my brother and I made plans, and bore into fruition, getting our new homes. The year 2012 was about buying, taking out loans, signing papers, dealing with contractors and developers, monitoring progress, etc. for both of us. We almost had the same headaches throughout the year. And we moved homes at ALMOST the same time (just got there a week ahead). But we were both contented cats when the year turned.
Now, his is blessed, and we plan to follow as soon as we receive a refund from Crown Asia for the bond for installing our window screens and grills, and also as soon as we are done scraping for the rest.
So he got a priest from the nearby church (lucky him, one is just a stone’s throw away but I doubt he will be going there much hehe).
Not to be outdone, little girl wanted to hold a candle like the rest of us. As expected, the poor thing gave up when wax drops hit her legs.
I love my house, but I also adore his. While ours follows the specifications of the developer in line with the Italian theme of the whole community, his was made according to his heart’s desire. And I would take a guess that he wanted this to be as airy and maaliwalas as possible compared to our claustrophobic and cluttered home. Both my parents are terrible hoarders and keeps the most mundane things and those that have outlived their usefulness, but that’s another story.
I will not post pictures of his whole house but these are my favorite parts:
The high ceiling that stretches from the living room to the second floor, and with the chic lights
The stairs, which is also Mischa’s favorite as she spends 4/5 of her time whenever we are here
The vavavoom red door!
He also has a huge, huge lawn and backyard, which will be perfect for a pool and a wonderful garden. Next time I will take a photo of them.