A Place we call ‘Home’
Today’s post is also related to this
…and also because my much younger colleague is gonna move into her new ‘big’ house…
Once, I personally do not have high requirement in terms of a shelter I call home. I am the kind of person that thot if I own one nice house/condo/apt, where I will live happily ever after - I will be just fine and contented.
Until I got married and my hubby gave me a different perspective of a house (property), then my perception changed and I am once again reminded of my childhood time. You see, my maternal grandfather is a typical chinese landlord - he owns houses, shops and lands (from his hard earned money) and my mom help him to collect rents sometimes. He died a multi-millionaire - my maternal grandma become an automatic millionaire from inheritance - my mom also received her fair share of inheritance then - that was many years ago.
It is really not easy being in this property game (my hubby call it asset accumulation - "Is diamond considered asset honey?" 
). I guess I am saying this because people around me are living much more comfortably in big, nice and cosy homes. Those nicely decorated showhouses that we frequently visit also add to the pressure - but we gotta go on. It worked for my grandpa - if I made it too, my children will benefit from it. I think it is better than insurance if one day my child come up to me and want some money for a good reason - just sell off one property lor 
But, for now…we are in the accumulation stage - and it is an uphill climb daily. Especially throughout this pregnancy, there are countless times that I doubt it all, when I am challenged with temptations/envy/jealousy/hospital bills!.
"Why oh why, I am sick to the core and still I put myself thru all these uncomfortness!?!? How long can I bear?"
No pain, no gain - what a phrase! when you are in pain….ouch!
I see people, young people nowadays going for comfort, style first and even resort to getting loan to buy nice furnitures, fixtures and electrical equipment for a nice, cosy home. Totally opposite!
I guess everyone just wanted a nice, cosy place that they can call home - some of them to the extend that they don’t mind borrowing money.
Hmm…I wonder how hard was it for my grandpa to made it during his time. Remember that my mom told me he arrived in Malaya with only the clothes on his back and that he paddle on his old rusty bicycle for miles to sell fabrics to earn a living then. I guess he had it much harder - I gotta remember that and hang on.
