Good Bye Warren's House, Good Bye Orangey Room
Dear House at Warren,
Do you still remember the excitement I had when we moved in 7 years ago?
It was thrilling to decorate my own room for the first time in my life. Despite constant nagging that room is small, I managed to move from room (smallest and nearest to hall) to room (slightly bigger and furthest from hall) after brother moved out. Slowly, I grew to love my orangey room. The room that accompanied me through many ups and downs. I feel warm and cozy in there.
Not forgetting the study room where I spent nights after nights mugging, gaming, chatting, surfing, mahjonging... It is the most mind engaging place ever!
The kitchen where I tried my best to cook. The dining area where the family bonds. The living room where we watch TV and bicker with each other. The parent's room where I hardly enters. The baby/ironing/used to be my room where I seldom use anymore. The special solely used by me bathroom where it's separated into showering room and toilet bowl room. The balcony where I secretly have Korean BBQs.
You all will be missed. Maybe due to many years of bonding, or maybe because I'm not moving to somewhere better, I find it hard to bid good bye. This whole episode seems unreal. The days impending to the moving day seemed to pass by quickly. Suddenly, it's tomorrow.
My last night.
House at Warren, my home, thank you for sheltering us all these years. I will remember the memories I had in you. May the next owner be gentle and takes great care of you.
Loves,
Eunice
Perfection is subjective
He is the half part of a blessed man
Left to be finished by such as she:
And she a fair divided excellence
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
-William Shakespeare
