We're in the midst of moving to a new house. It's exciting!! Well, not the packing and cleaning part of course. But the new environment part. There's always this nice scary feeling about moving. You're excited but nervous. You're eager but hesitated. I don't know, it's just a nice scary feeling. In a good way of scary.
When I was small, my family moved a lot. From one state to another state. I went to 5 different schools in my life. Once, we even moved to a new house next to our old house. I use to hate moving. I used to hate it so much I cried hysterically when mama told me we have to move again. No kids like moving though. Unlike adult we have to go to school and being the new kid on the block is never easy. It's intimidating and we have no friends and everyone stares at us. It feels like a barbie in a box waiting for someone to love you and everyday there's new faces around you. And you feel so alone. Okay. I'm emo.
Anyway, that was when I was small and a drama queen. But today. Now. I just can't wait to get that new set of keys. I love our marital house but this house is never maintained, intercom's broken and the landlord...well...he's nice but just don't bother on anything until we nagged. And the the rent increases every year and it's getting ridiculously expensive. Make you loose your hair you know. Plus!! the new house got this huge mirror wardrobe that we as ladies could just do with.
Tomorrow we'll sign the new contract and get the keys. But unfortunately I haven't pack anything yet. The house is a wreck. And it doesn't help that this lil guy couldn't not mind his own business. Hehe. You cheeky lil thing...
I just had to tell you guys how excited I am. I'll blog again soon. Remind me to show you that huge mirror. Haha