House: The story of our first home purchase.

The housing price in Malaysia has been crazy for the past few years and the price is still surging high, climbing dollar by dollar every hour, literally. While initially we were eyeing for landed property but unfortunately, the price for a double storey terrace house with a decent neighborhood would at least cost RM 450k and that would take up about RM2k of monthly repayment back, not taking the cost of down payment, renovation and furnitures into consideration yet. The problem is that we are not one of those who shit money for a living or have families that shit money for a living that could easily sponsor us. The bitter truth is that, buying a house would come from our own account and both our parents could only help a little bit. We couldn't afford one to be frank as financially we would be so tied down and risk the comfort of financial freedom for other matters. We didn't wanna be a slave to the housing loan as we still have other financial commitment so that's when we finally look into apartments and condominiums as an alternative. With a 2 year old kid and a baby on the way back in 2012, we were desperate to get out of our current neighborhood as it really really wasn't ideal to bring our kids up in those shit hole. A pariah neighborhood to be precise. We've had neighbors having parties into the wee hours blasting their stereos, having disco balls, dancing away in the middle of the street. They actually brought their own clubs to the streets! Who freaking does that? Culture shock? You betcha. And every year we can expect a tent be set up. I don't know what is there to be celebrated annually that requires a tent set up but there just is! Not that I'm against that if my neighbors would like to celebrate whatever their occasion is, in a much more grand celebration, but it would be a lot different if the hosting parties can be considerate of other neighbors. Keeping the streets clean and music down after midnight and not have their guests parked their cars wherever they like. A lot more to complain but I shall hold my tongue. ;) Anyways, back to the point. As beggars can't be choosers, we widen our options for our home hunting and good switch indeed as we found an ideal location with pretty good neighborhood for our kids. An old apartment in Subang Jaya. Not too big but not too shabby either. A good start for our little family. SO, the buy was made without my hubby, Kevin seeing the house! Poor hubby was in the hospital with his jaw hanging on the very day we were suppose to view the apartment. Imagine the pressure of having to decide such huge life changing decision alone, only with encouraging words like 'I trust your decision, babe'. Fuh~ Nevertheless, as buying property in Malaysia is like buying underwear in pasar malam, we went for it. Kevin only saw the house in December 2012, two months after the purchase.So as we wait patiently for the keys to be handed over to us, cursing the vendor's lawyers every second for their inefficiencies and their lack of capabilities and intelligence, we're preparing for the next exciting yet stressful? stage of purchasing a home, renovation.