Cate, Tatsie and I moved to our new flat in Ang Mo Kio last Sunday. We didn’t realize that we had sooo much stuff! We were afraid that they wouldn’t fit into the moving van that Tatsie had booked for 40 bucks but it turns out we need not have worried. The truck was so huge that even Tatsie, Geannette and I fit into the back. It was a funny experience, though, being jostled around in the darkness. Now I know what a refugee feels like.
riding inside the back of the movers’ truck
I love our new place. It’s so much prettier than our old one. Plus we get to have beds and cabinets and TV. Geannette and I rearranged the furniture in my room to my liking before moving to the kitchen to cook spaghetti. Turns out they had another surprise in store for me. This time, Elma, Tyne and AA showed up with yet another cake, grapes and some chicken. We enjoyed a hearty meal and good conversation in our new pink-tiled kitchen.
my new bedroom
our living room. yey we can finally watch TV!
guests of my 4th birthday surprise in our new flat’s kitchen
my 4th birthday cake
So it’s a new house at the same time a new employment state. The symbolism isn’t lost on me. Clean slate at 27. Looking forward to my new life. 🙂
yeah..the inside of the truck does look like a refugee's haven. haha!
but it was utter darkness without the camera flash. and it was super warm!