Today was a particularly emotional day for ys and myself.
We moved out of Bayshore into our serviced apartment. That wasn’t the plan initially. The plan was to check in and move some stuff over first and only move in next weekend since our sale completion is not until the third week of August. So no packing was done before this morning. In fact we took a good break from all the packing yesterday and stayed out the entire day!
As we started packing a little bit more this morning, we started considering if we should move today instead. The place was getting awfully dusty with all the packing and we were actually quite ready to move.
But we made all the excuses for ourselves, like maybe we would forget some stuff and maybe it’s better to move middle of the week etc etc. but really deep down we just couldn’t bear to move, as dusty and as messy the place has become. Cos we knew that moving out today means we would be moving out for good, since all our daily necessities would have been shifted to the serviced apartment. But we decided that we shall be rational about it and move today since we wouldn’t want Aly to fall ill from all the dust.
And so we did.
Three car rides (with bags and bags of stuff) and six hours later, we unpacked everything we needed for the next two months at our temporary apartment.
Aly didn’t even get to say goodbye to Bayshore because we left her at my mother in law’s. Our life at Bayshore kinda just ended like that, rather abruptly. Yes we will still be going back there to pack. But it is no longer the same. It’s no longer a home. I never knew it would be so emotional and difficult for both ys and myself.
But oh well that’s life isn’t it. We have to move on. I’m only hoping we will settle down at this new place and get used to living out of suitcases and in a shoebox apartment soon! In the meantime, we can only look forward to our new place, our new home.
Here are some pics of the tiny little serviced apartment.
Our pathetic looking dining table.
Our kitchenette which is thankfully quite well stocked.
Our bedroom (which doubles up as the living area – I know right, how very sad)
Our wardrobe for the next two months. I think Aly has the most clothes among the three of us!