It's official.
And extremely timely.
I've finally found a flat which I'm excited about.
And, after nearly two years of waiting and house hunting in recent months, I have collected keys to my new home.
What's also perfect timing is that I'll soon end my current lease at this tiny condo unit I'm renting.
"This is huge!" said Stanley my sex bunny friend who loves all things big.
Carl the dense one clapped like a child, the sounds of his applause echoing in the empty flat.
It was the day after I collected my keys at HDB.
I had brought the boys and my partner of more than 20 years J, to the new flat.
What I love about the flat is that it matched all my criteria: It's centrally located (even more city-fringe than my previous apartment), it's a corner unit (absolute privacy) and the previous owner had also bought the corridor outside the unit (extra space for more partying!). What's more, it's got two toilets so in the event that my guests get mass food poisoning from my cooking, they have more than one outlet to release.
"I love the view," Carl said in awe. "It's rare there's such unblocked views in a location that's so central."
Indeed, I'm extremely lucky that my new house is nestled among row after row of short, heritage houses. Plus, the fact that I'm on the 12th floor.
"I dare say this view is better than your previous apartment," Stanley pointed out. "No offence."
None taken.
While I did love my first apartment very much, I was on a low floor and the development was so clustered that my view was that of the opposite block. Not a fun view. Stanley had done all the ground work over the years, surveying my neighbours for hotties to look at. None.
But that's in the past.
Right now, I'm feeling mixed emotions. Relief, pride, excitement.
Renovation work would start as soon as I finalise an ID and by the time they're done, I should be able to move in, in June next year.
Already, I have plenty of ideas in my head.
I want to break down walls and reconfigure the space, allowing me to place a 3-metre long table in my spacious living room as the centrepiece. There will be a huge vase with huge flowers, I explained, spreading my arms for effect.
"Huge and huge," Stanley said. "I love it already."
And this corridor space will be my balcony -- the perfect spot for morning coffee, noon cocktails, and post-dinner digestifs.
"You should have a gym corner!" said Carl, flexing his python-size biceps to prove a point.
This wall will be a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, showcasing all my intellectual books that I read.
J sniggered.
"Okay, fine. Showcasing all the intellectual books that I bought -- but will read when I have time."
As we moved on to the kitchen, Stanley's jaw dropped.
"I think, Adam, the theme of your home here is huge. You can fit an island here!"
Which is perfect. I have always loved cooking. Not just for myself, but for my loved ones. And this would be the perfect kitchen.
"Oh, I will need a dishwasher," I added, looking pointedly at J who does not believe in using machines to wash plates.
And then we can have a bar counter here where you can mix drinks and store expensive bottles of wine for your house parties, Stanley said, and jumped on the spot. Carl the dense one, who's always easily infected with kid-like joy, jumped on the spot alongside Stanley.
"Well, what do you think?" I pulled J aside, nestling ourselves in a corner of the flat where we had an overview of the space.
"I think you don't need a dishwasher," he said.
Adam's stories are based on real life events and inspired by real people
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