The Housing Problem 3...

I guess I can officially declare that our problem of securing a home is finally solved on last Sunday. My dear has been in high spirits ever since and she has been singing this song which I introduced her recently: ~Happy, shalalala. It's so nice to be happy, shalalala~ Guess it pretty much sums up her feelings very well.

Well, I guess it was really a 天时地利人和 affair, for we did not know that we will be buying this flat on that day. It was a flat viewing day as usual and I actually got a good feeling about this unit when I saw the list of flats that we were supposed to be viewing that day. Anyway, I did not really think much of it and we proceeded with the schedule as usual. The flats prior to the chosen one were good and bad and had their reasons for not having us choosing it immediately. Upon seeing the chosen one, both my dear and I agreed that we wanted the place. The unit's location, the unit's height, the rooms' layout and the decor, all fitted our criteria. But we decided to view the last unit on the schedule before making our decision, for the COV at that moment was mentioned to be at 55k.

From then onwards, the events somehow played out like a thriller movie. The agents from the seller called us 5 minutes later to enquire about our decision and our agent coolly replied that we will only make our decision when we finished our viewing of the last flat. Also, my mum mentioned that the COV was too high, though I was thinking that any good unit will definitely fetch a high COV or even higher. Upon viewing the last unit, I guess we both had decided in our hearts that the chosen one was the chosen one and we decided to go with COV 58k. Once our reply was given, we was "pushed" to pass the cheque to them asap. It was later that we found out that another agent wanted to pass the cheque for COV 58k on that day as well, but we were the one who made the first offer. It was tense because we were worried that our offer was rejected due to a higher bid by someone else and my dear was virtually like strangling her fingers all the while.

Our agent once again calmly asked us to have a drink at KFC, to which we reluctantly agreed (after all, she is the driver of the car), but I guess her intention was to allow us to have some waiting time to think through our decision. With the time past and our decision unwavered, we proceeded to retrieve the check and once again we were back at the unit's place. From then on, it was an hour of paperwork and small chit-chat and I guess the tension was sort of dissipated when the cheque finally changed hands and the papers were signed.

The layout of our new home:

Well, after that day and leading to the first appointment, there were more paperwork to be done. But I guess we were just happy, relieved and excited that after 50+ flats and 4 months, we finally got our home!