Did i ever mention it became my CNY resolution to move out by the end of the year? I realise it's not that i hate answering to my mom when i come home at 6 in the morning. Or that i'm in need of personal space or that i want to prove i'm all grown up (even though all three options help motivate me from time to time). It's simply because i want to know i can do it.
But now honestly i feel a little pathetic, since moving out is really a miniscule achievement. I mean everyone does it. Why should it be such a big deal for me that i have laud it from my blog? Perhaps it's because i've been a mama's boy all this time, suckling unfairly on an udder that should've been yanked from me years ago. Okay... sick mental picture there. Moving on.
I remember washing my first load of laundry when i first arrived in Perth and could no longer find clean clothing. It was weeks since i'd ran out of underwear but now even i couldn't stand my own stench. I was damn proud lah... slotting in those coins, pouring in soap, timing my watch, and hanging them out to dry after that. Felt like i'd chiselled another milestone in my life. You should have seen me beam.
So yeah, would be nice to know i can clean up after myself again. Hold together a respectable room so that female friends can come over and immediately feel right at home - simply because they're a much more accurate yardstick for what constitutes a home.
Got nine full months before my deadline. Here goes.