For the past year or so, we've been toying with the idea of getting a house. Nothing that serious, just a couple of viewings and daydreams, that's all. But perhaps it's the quick approaching reality of minibeanie's arrival or the fact that our little apartment is now a teeny bit crowded with minibeanie's crib, pram & drawers, that the search for a new home intensified a couple of notches. (Or perhaps, it's the lack of pressing project deadlines that used to occupy my mind.)
1 thing led to another. Factors to note when shortlisting a house - what type of heating? How much is the monthly management fee & what does it include? Will there be major renovations involved?... You get the drift. AND is there a good English speaking daycare in close proximity? Alarm bells went off in my head. Hang on. minibeanie will be enrolled in these daycares a good 3 years later (possibly, unless they take in 1 year olds), why do I sound like the kiasu Singaporean mums who labour for hours for the school of their choice in the name of 'volunteerism', write out huge cheques or make their poor talented kid cycle a unicycle and juggle balls for the principal? Ok, I'm not in that league thankfully. But is the consideration of daycare forward thinking or is there some 'singaporean mum' in me after all?
Perhaps you can take a gal out of Singapore but you can't take Singapore out of the gal.
M who misses sushi and sashimi dreadfully
37 weeks 4 days
Wednesday, July 11
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