It was 12 May 2016 at 3.20pm, a Thursday, when I got the keys to my very first home. It was over so quickly – in stark contrast to the long, arduous journey it took to get here. I signed about 5 different documents, bought the mandatory HDB fire insurance and topped it up with full coverage for the next 5 years for an additional $300 something.
Damn. I think this officially makes me a grown-up.
There were TWO moments in this exciting yet blurry exchange that got me all emotional. One was when the sellers passed me the set of keys. They tried to explain which key was for what window/door in the house and all I could do was look up at them with big, happy eyes welling up with tears. As of now, these are MY keys to MY house.
Finally, a home the Big Bad Wolf cannot barge in, huff and puff and blow down.
SOLE-OWNER baby. Oh yeah. Sole. Owner.
My family moved around alot when I was a child. I’ve lived in Sarawak, Jakarta and Texas – all before I turned 10! It was mostly a happy childhood that came to a tumultuous and abrupt end. Nonetheless, it taught me how to be resourceful, how to adapt to situations and people and, in the face of so many changing circumstances, forced me to define who I am and who I want to become.
It has made me who I am today.
So for that I am grateful.
These keys represent so much more to me than mere keys to a new home. They are my stability for a future yet to unfold. They are my investment in myself and my potential that I haven’t truly and fully tapped into.
But most of all they are the keys to a foundation that no one can move, shake or take away from me.
No man. No parent. No lover. No foe or friend.
The only person who can disappoint me now is myself.
And that ain’t gonna happen.