Our itch to buy a new house has just hit the obsessive level. We constantly punch numbers into the calculator, racking our brains with ballpark figures overtime, hunt around for the best loan rates (according to Kelvin from CG/Alliance it’s BLR-2 if u pay all the lawyer fees and stuff yourself). The husband, who has 11 housing agents’ numbers in his trusty broken Nokia, keeps pestering them to show us the ‘new kids on the block’!
Every house is being sized up for costings for kitchen cabinets, looking for cracks in the walls, leaks in ceilings and floors, and why is the parquet popping up already? Those humongous Labradors and Alsations don’t bid well for friendly neighbours! Is there good resale value? Too many stairs for baby whose ETA is this Christmas! How many sq feet? Is the price negotiable? Which way is this facing (no lah, not feng shui), will I get the hot sun? It’s the seventh house we’ve seen in three days! Or eleventh in the past week!
We think we’ve found THE ONE. Like in marriage, we will never know who THE ONE is. It had just better be that you both make it THE ONE. There’s no magical moment, no floating into outer space…
“Do you like me?” asks the house.
“Will you promise to cherish and hold me through sickness and health till death do us part?”
No way! I will sell you as long as you make me money! Muahaha! *evil grin*
Unfortunately this house is too expensive for us now. The bank can loan us the money but after paying instalments, we’re going to have to cut back a lot! What to do? Pray we make a wise decision.
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