Not that I am too excited planning for my future but I think it is high time for me to reconsider things, check my options and go shop for a domicile I can call my own home. I have told Joyce about this and she agreed for us to find some common time and visit open houses. Sigh! Am I really doing this? I am already considering realities and I’ve got to make big decisions already.

I could still remember when I used to play house with the kids in the neighborhood. I would always, never fail, play mommy. I don’t know. Maybe I am just the most mature or maybe it’s because I had all the toys a child could ever wish for. I have my parents to thank for that. But yeah, playing house, nursing a doll, cooking in a clay pot with real fire and concocting potions only kids would ever know was for the most part the next best thing to none when I was little. Oh not to mention the kindergarten play I participated in and got casted as the mother. Well I know the reason for that, it’s because my teacher thought I’m her best pick to memorize all the lines. LOL!

Anyhow, back to present time. It’s 2008. I have been working for exactly 5 years and 24 days today. I have no real properties I could call my own except my brimming full closet and my shoes, the electronic gadgets and the many beanie babies. I long for properties I could call my own and the most practical thing to invest on would probably be a piece of land. Not a car, I don’t know how to drive. So, what I think I need to do is to make this a reality, put things in action and devise a savings plan. I don’t want a big property really. I just need a space where I can build a house and call it a home and have my own little garden with roses and gerbera and herbs and other greens all around it. And I want a little swing and a little fountain where I could play with my little ones soon.

Soon…