A Place, My Place(?)
As i sift through the mountains of press releases, CDs, clothes, bags, presents that i love, presents that i’ll never use, free gifts from events, more clothes, accessories, even more clothes, art stuff, books, cards, wire, paints; the thought of getting a place to call my own was being pondered on even more then ever before.
Buying an apartment is something that most of my friends in their late 20s are doing, so it isn’t something that i feel pressured to do. Plus since moving back home early this year, i love seeing my family and dog for even a little while a day. There’s less petty fighting. More communication. Deeper understanding. More tolerance.
Some friends complain that they want to move out asap because their parents keep on asking them to come home early and they can’t bring people home.
Well i don’t have that problem because my parents don’t babysit and breath over my shoulder, and i don’t bring people home.
The grown up part of me went around asking close friends like LaughingLoga who’ve just acquired new property how much was down payment, monthly installments, etc.
Then over dinner with the girls this week, we all discussed we’d try to obtain a place of our own by next year (reasonable right? i think it’s a reasonable time line goal…), whether we’d rent it out and maybe we’ll rent out everything and all stay in one and have a bachelorette pad.
This will be hard… have to take less holidays and shop much less.
Think of the return in investment, Joyce! Think about it!
Sigh.
The hippie part of me is wishing i could just move around the world and work as i go along.
….
My brother just saw me online – “Your room cleaning plan tergendala already ar.”
-_- Ok ok back to the room cleaning.
susah man want to move out of my home.
its a big cut into the pocketbook!
it’s achievable i guess, but moving out isn’t just about down payment and monthly installments. it’s also about utility bills, land line bills, cable/internet bills, interior design, furnishing, groceries, home maintenance…etc etc etc.
life’s tough being a grown up huh?
looney: i cannot imagine, seriously. think about furniture expenses also can mati.
notindieenough: was thinking more of buying and selling to make money ha ha. but yeah. damn. alot. of. stuff. to. pay. for.
try to get your own car first then thinking abt your own pad..
when you are so used to being fed by your parents ya it is tough to stand on your own two feet.. can you?
my parents are not paying for my car. neither do they pay for my food. or my holidays. or anything. when you know more about me then you talk.
“The hippie part of me is wishing i could just move around the world and work as i go along.”
SIGH. i do remember asking u this also in the island. AND i wish so much it can come true~~ hmm, do u think its ‘illegal’, if I narrow down a list of “what can i do if i quit my current job so i can travel & work at the same time” during office hour using the office computer??? (>_<) cannot tahan 9-5pm anymore…
Ah.. you can enjoy all those cos they are providing the shelter non? Don’t your daddy supply you his platinum too right..
Wow how much you earn to afford sending your broken down car to Cycle Carriage..
Sometimes we wonder how your real life is.
So tell us…
Awww… *pats joyce’s head for being so independent nowadays*
Thanx we sure will and same to you!
(-_-) of cos ler…. with the beach and the sun and the sand and to be lazy without a cause……