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Home is where the heart is...

So, the site surveyor came today, from the packing company, which is responsible for our re-location.

He surveyed the house, made a list of things that need to packed, while he was doing that, I went through a plethora of emotions. About 3 years and 11 months ago, we moved into this villa. The villa that became my identity of sorts, the villa that became my 'home'. Witnessed the foundation, the first pillar, the roof, the frame of the window, we spent six months in deciding the decor, everything had to be coordinated.

Designed the interiors myself, I really do take pride in it, I just went about with my instincts and yes I do have a decent taste for stuff, and an eye for detail, and NO I won't be modest about it. Different people had different view, some said the living room could have been bigger, square etc..., but as it's said to each their own. I didn't bother about opinions, for me my home was my dream come true. After the surveyor left, I was quite emotional, I walked up the stairs, touching the walls, re-living the days when we went through the color catalogue, the textures, the light fittings, the fabric and the upholstery on the couch, the computer table, the wardrobe space...Ohh!!! It was overwhelming. As I sat there on the floor, misty eyed, I made a promise to myself, that no matter what, I will definitely come back to this house, which is my HOME, my abode. 

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