We are hunters on the prowl

Bun and I have officially moved a step further in our relationship - We've gone onto the stage where we decided to cohabitate live together and have started a house-hunting rampage. It's definitely not an easy breezy experience and I hope we don't end up tearing each other's face apart anytime soon.

Buying a house is one of the biggest decision in one's life (it goes along with deciding who you want to live with) and should never be a rushed process. There is a whole load of stuff to mull over, including feng shui, cost, location, bla bla bla and I cannot get anymore stressed about this purchase. We have yet to find one place that fits into the 'everything' that we are looking for and I'm slowly dying from stress while searching.


We probably need a couple of months (or maybe even longer) before we find the right place. I feel so choked up with stress I can barf out right at this minute. I'm trying to de-stress by looking at pretty pictures and dream about how I can decorate our place once we're ready. Keeping my fingers (and toes!) crossed to find a perfect little place soon. Wish us luck.

First we grow up, then we grow old

I sort of chronicled my journey into adulthood on this blog as I started it while in uni and moved on to the working world with my blog in hand. Did not link up to any previous post 'cause I can't stand reading my old rants. Sounds so premature. Bleh! This post obviously adds itself into said rant category 'cause I prolly cannot bear reading through it as time goes. But I can't help myself from typing out my thoughts and then click the 'publish' button.

I guess writing helps get rid of the massive sleepiness I'm having right now. My eyelids are closing as I'm typing. We just moved to a new house over the past weekend and it's been one hell of an experience. I'm tired, sleepy and my body aches all over. There is no way anyone can get me to move ever again. Not with all the furniture and every piece of belonging.

We'll prolly stay here at this new place for just a year. A short remark from my mom got me thinking real hard. It's time for me to get my own place. But the only way for me to move out is to buy an apartment with Mr. Bun. I have no qualms about jumping into the pool with Mr. Bun. Don't get it twisted. It's just the fact that I'm not a big fan of living in apartments. But it doesn't seem like I have much choices since I have not much money.

This year, starting from today, will be my and Mr. Bun's personal journey into familyhood after surviving adulthood for a good couple of years now. We will be taking baby steps, venturing into new horizons that we've never known before, but we know we'll be fine as we have people around us who have made it. Wish us luck! You'll know where we're headed once we have things in black and white.