I like to think that a new home is a starting of a new life throwing away all the bitter memories, picking up all the broken pieces then up up away.
Pretty soon, I am moving out staying on my own . I know it will be tough to move from a 4 bedroom house to a small condo much much nearer to my work place.I am in the midst of painting and buying new furniture. Regardless to say, I want to start new. I am only taking my washing machine and gas tank. OMG... i forgot my clothes and all my girl's toys . I treasure them cos I felt that I have brought her to this world. I hope to pass it to my future grandchildren.( If she has any).
Why? I took a long time to ponder and i felt that It was time to move on to start my OWN LIFE> Sad to say, i felt like a prisoner whenever he was around curbing me and mostly making nasty remarks.
