Never in my 25+ years did I think I'd manage to own a place with a KLCC view. Yeah yeah, its a speck in the distant horizon, but if you squint hard enough you can see the spires of Twin Towers and KL Tower. I know it's going to be a headache with the renovations and contractors, but just let me savour this feeling of accomplishment for a bit. Because it rarely comes often - the way I heap the pressure, expectations and self-criticism on myself.
I wanted to lie down on the bedroom floor and do a 360 degree wiggle and roll on the floor, but the boyfriend would have looked at me funny. As it is, I already did a 360 degree hoppy jig in the master bedroom squealing "My room can see KLCC!! My room can see KLCC!!"
No offence, but I'm not sure he'd fathom the magnitude of my elation - him living in a nice house, not having to pay rent or a car loan. And me, having lived in a terrace house with a back room whose window overlooked a graveyard (you don't even need a binoculars to see the grave markers even), then on the 2nd level room of a rented house that was used as a classroom in the day time and subsequently a condo with a room whose window opened out into an airwell. I never complained, because it was the best we could afford at that time and as kids you never think about things like class and money and prestige, but it sure does feel damn. bloody. good to be able to buy an apartment myself now.
I think of the Mastercard ad -
"Buying a condo, RM390k. Building your own home, priceless."
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