After start to decorate our home, my life had settled into a strange routine, and sped by with me mostly in a daze. When I wasn’t busy with my work, I continued pushing my way through seas of information about home decoration, having exhausted my internet search for anything of use. There was so many online and it was almost impossible to distinguish useful tips from those junks.

 At weekends, we were out for shopping. Shopping was normally fun, but spending with every penny we had scrambled was not. It was indeed a blood bleeding experience. Besides, those arguments. There were always arguments. My husband is a brand worshiper, through and through. I am more of a pragmatist. See the difference here? Huge, really. And there is an annoying imbalance of power between us. He’s the one holding al the trump cards while I’m barely managing to hang on to the few lousy twos and threes I got. However coming to budget control, I had to stand firmly. I mean at least one of us had to run a tight ship. Truth is, I didn’t enjoy it, didn’t at all. I could pass off the crushing responsibility of it. The tension and indecision became unbearable. I became edgy, my husband became edgy, and even my son became edgy. My husband was edgy because he had to get up early and he always hated shopping. My son was edgy because we made a mistake and told him that he would sleep on his own room after we moved to our new home, and he was totally against this idea. Great, nobody was happy about this upcoming huge project and it could hardly be a good sign.

Thank God, all the shopping for the first ground was done. Almost everything was in the budget except two: kitchen cabinet and water-power engineering. It could be worse so I was satisfied with this outcome.

Last night, when I was waiting for my husband in the car, it suddenly occurred to me that soon I would have a spacious study in my new home. I always dreamed of having one. I still remembered when I was a little kid, every summer holiday I often walked an hour to my auntie’s home where she had an eye-catching library full of books, and I would spend hours after hours, munching some snacks and immersing myself in a fairy escape. And many years later, now soon my childish dream would come to true. I couldn’t help but smiling.