We just celebrated our 1 year wedding anniversary this Monday. My gosh... Time really flies huh.
It has been a busy busy first year for us. Married in October, honeymoon in November, December flies by as usual because it's Christmas. Next thing you know, it's March and we bought a house!
Far from being my dream house, it did meet many of our strict requirements - squarish design, (relatively) big kitchen, high floor (barely made it), near mrt (5min walk), near town, near his parents place, good estate, supermarket nearby would be ideal. Bonus being a wet market, clinic AND a super famous hawker centre just downstairs.
Of course with so many plus points, we literally paid an arm and a leg for it.
Between March to June, there was so much paperwork and we needed to quickly decide on one of the many housing loans in the market, as well as making sure we had enough insurance coverage. Sounds so little, but it really took up a lot of time.
We reached out to interior designers in May, collected our keys in June, and attended a couple of roadshows before finally deciding on one ID in July. We got busy finalising as many details as possible before going on my US holiday in September. Next thing you know, it's the end of Oct and our first year of married life has passed.
Oh and this week, I will finally be 3 months pregnant.
It has been total madness. And I have not even started talking about my work. Back to back projects with no relief. Everytime I go on holiday my poor colleagues suffer (and vice versa), and my respite always feels short lived. I have been working 11 hour days most days, and saved quite a bit of money claiming dinner and taxi for all those late nights.
I was fighting so hard and told myself to bear with it then, because I was gunning for a promotion. Now that I have finally gotten it, I cannot wait to escape from this role. To be honest, it's not something that I would normally hate so, but it's just been so intense I feel like I burned out my burnt out self.
This one year, we have really accomplished a lot.. And I wonder if we should have slowed things down and taken things a little easier. I don't see how work could be taken any easier though, I'm so thankful for my supportive husband who encourages me to be my best as work.. Who manages the house stuff so that I don't need to worry.. Who finds constructive things to do whilst I'm busy so as not to make me unsettled.. Who rubs my back after a long day's work and does everything necessary (and unnecessary) to help me recover from a nasty haze-induced cough.
When all that's been said and done... I guess I am really looking forward to living in our new place and enjoy the fruits of our labour (and the ginormous housing loan).
Now.. how to manage the work stress that's threatening to drown me...
