Goodbye, Tiny house
I moved into this really small apartment, 950 sq ft, with my two kids back when I just became a single mom, when my youngest daughter was still 4 or 5 months old. I felt like that tiny house was the perfect size for a small family like ours, the space was small enough for me to manage on my own, and big enough for toddlers to play in while I monitored from the kitchen. We didn’t have much, but we were happy. And back in Chapter 8, I talked about how I redecorated my eldest daughter’s room when she got older. And that was 2 years ago.
I wasn’t expecting to have to move out so soon. I’d bought this new property and haven’t received the keys for it yet. I had saved up money in 2 places: 1) a savings account in a bank that has limited branches and 2) in a unit trust cash fund. The first one has enough funds to pay for a kitchen renovation, and the second one was supposed to help fund the rental payments for the tiny house when reno starts on the new house. But then suddenly, at the end of Jan this year, my landlord tells me she wants to move back in. I hadn’t planned for this extra expense of having to move into another temporary home while waiting for my new house to get completed. Yes, I had money saved up, but no, I didn’t want to mess with those savings, cos I had saved up just enough to pay for the kitchen reno. And of course I’d need more money to pay for the renovation of the other parts of the house, too.
Landlord gave me 2 months to move out. At this point, I was surprised I didn’t spiral into a state of panic. I applaud myself for staying level-headed. And thanking my lucky stars that covid happened when it did and I was able to save money during lockdown (no concerts, no travelling, no excessive expenditure on merch). I searched listings for property rentals around the area, and no surprise to find that everywhere the rent was higher, some places more than double. I was willing to pay only MYR 500 more than what I was currently paying (which would be the same price as my new home loan installment). I contacted all these realtors and asked them if they had any listings within my budget, and only 3 of them responded positively. Some didn’t even bother to reply me. I viewed 5 units within 2 weeks.
I suck at making decisions alone. Even for stuff like “which baju raya to buy”, I mull over it a long time, sometimes giving up and not buying anything. I narrowed it down to 2 units. First, there was this unfurnished unit 10 mins away in another postcode. The moment I stepped inside, it gave me a good feeling. I told the realtor immediately that I wanted to make a second appointment to view it with my kids cos “the real boss is my eldest daughter.” He laughed at that and I think he understood what I meant by that exactly, as if he also had an eldest child that made all the important decisions.
The second place was 10 mins away but within the same postcode range (same township, only single digit difference in postcode). This time I went with my youngest to the viewing and we both liked it. It was a walk-up, and it was quiet and there was a breeze, and the unit had a newly renovated kitchen, but ugly furniture which the owner did not want to remove. I told the realtor that we may need a second viewing.
Got back home and asked my eldest to come view the second one I just talked about, and she said no. She already knew she wouldn’t like it. But then I insisted that she go see the first one I mentioned. She agreed to go reluctantly. So off we went, one day afterschool. She walked around the place like she really was the boss in the family lol. The realtor was greatly amused and watched her every step, looking for signs of whether she approved or not. We finished the viewing in 10 minutes but she didn’t want to say anything in front of the guy. When we got to the car and I asked her if she liked it, she said, “Ya. Just choose this one.” I texted him immediately and paid the initial deposit the same day. We agreed to move in last week of Feb and start the lease tenure on 1 Mar.
I had never ever in my life expected to make decisions that fast, so I am really grateful to have a reliable eldest daughter to help me decide. The rent was only MYR 300 more than the tiny house. And thanks to recommendations from a friend, I booked an affordable moving company and bought packing boxes at warehouse prices on Shopee. I spent a little more than MYR 2000 on moving expenses. And just like that, 12 years in the tiny house came to an end. The place where I achieved so many adulting and parenting milestones. It was the end of an era.
And throughout the whole process I kept feeling surprised at myself. How level-headed I was, and how pragmatic. E.g. ‘this new house has no wardrobes or storage, but wth we’ll just improvise.’ Luckily, I got a spot bonus from work in Feb that helped pay for most of the stuff related to the move. It felt like everything just fell into place. If this had been 5 years ago, I would have procrastinated until I had no choice but to ask the landlord to let us stay til I get the keys to the new property OR move into my parents house an hour away, jeopardizing our entire life as we know it. I really am an adult now. Like this is it. This is what it feels like to be reliable and financially stable. This is a brand new realization for me. I mean yes, I’ve always thought I was okay financially, but I haven’t truly felt like the statement “financially stable” applied to me until last month. All the other times I’ve had to fork out a big expense in short notice, I’ve either had to scrape every cent from all my savings to pay for it, or had to take up a loan. I am so happy and thankful that I didn’t have to do either.
I did all of this, and I had time to watch Harry’s concert. What a great month this has been! Not to mention another thing that happened this month, but I’ll save that story for another day….
