As you may know, we got our mortgage approval for a flat in Hong Kong. Way too close to Momzilla. I bet she’s already planning to move in with us.
By the time we finish paying off this mortgage, the whole building will be 55 years old. As old as Sing, and just 5 years older than me. It’s really weird to think about that moment, considering I don’t even know what I’m going to do during long weekend for St. Patrick’s Day.
The dust settled down and we are now back to the reality. Reality with mortgage for two flats, one in Ireland, one in Hong Kong. In 3 weeks, Sing will sign the last document, making that flat ours.
It actually blows my mind every time I think how big this money is.
At this point, we both are slaves, working our butts off to make sure everything’s on track. Every morning on our way to work we will listen to Sam Hui and his song ‘半斤八两’.
You probably noticed that I do not write as frequently as before, that’s because our life cycle looks like this ‘Wake up, eat, work, eat, work, go home, sleep, wake up…’ – every day, Monday to Friday. We’re just charging our batteries over the weekend and try to sort our lives, make a plan how we get back to Hong Kong, through what country, when and how do we take Biscuit with us, how much it will cost to renovate the flat, will Momzilla really live with us?
There are million questions I have no answer for. How much we need to save prior to moving back? What is going to be our income during first few weeks in Hong Kong? What to do if either one of us cannot find a job?
Am I unhappy about all of this? Honestly speaking, even though it may not seem like that, but I’m not. I’m actually grateful and excited. Bit tired, bored with the daily life, but I have something to look forward to.
I know it’s stupid. I should not be happy that we owe our lives to bankers and pay them interest every month. But let me explain why I feel this way!