We've moved out of our Punggol place for more than a month already and I would say, I really dislike moving. We had a major move day where the movers came and brought all the major items out of the house but we still spend the next three weeks going back as forth, cleaning out the house of all the little knick and knacks. It was just one troublesome move.
|Half of the stuff moved by the movers|
|I really do miss this large and spacious living room. I miss how the boys could drive their Little Tikes cars around the house.|
|This was the last photograph we took in the house. It was a bittersweet moment. Afterall, this was our first home, and where the kids were born. I still miss it.|
We are quite nicely settled in our parents' place (but of cos, there are still boxes to put away) and have come to some sort of new routine. I do appreciate the fact that I do not have to do laundry or to put away clothes and most of all, I get to sleep in a little more in the mornings. This will be something that's going to be a little hard to get adjusted again once we move back to our own place. In the mean time, I'll appreciate all the extra time that I get to spend with the boys.