It was the first house that my wife and I stayed in as a married couple..
It was the first house my son came home to after he was born..
Three years is quite a long time by my standards, seeing as to how much we used to move around in my childhood and teenage years.
But it's time to move on.
The nostalgia of my old house can in no way compare to the euphoria of living in my very own house. Every wall is a labour of love. Every blade of grass a blessing from God. Every nook and cranny a hidden treasure just waiting to be discovered.
It's like waking up in a hotel room every single morning. I know that like a new relationship, the 'honeymoon period' is not going to last, but I'm enjoying every single moment of it to the max!
Here are some snapshots that I would like to share:
Living room. Modern concept. Lots of contrasts between white/cream and black.
Sofa that I bought last year when I thought I was supposed to move into this house last year. Sounds weird doesn't it? Well, that's what happens when developers don't deliver promptly. Don't mind that miscoloured cushion. The cover is in the wash. Got my son's milk stains.
Dining area. Imagine if you will, having breakfast at this table...Eating toast and eggs, cereal, and perhaps a steaming hot cup of tea... And all the while being treated to a view of this -
My pride and joy - my indoor garden. Hauled in the sand and planted the grass myself.
The master bedroom. Warm Balinese concept. Designed it myself :)
And last but not least the master bedroom bathroom. Complete with a little garden enclave...
And so, that's a glimpse of my new house for you. Please feel free to drop by any time!