Well, actually I don’t have a wardrobe at the moment, I let my clothes just hang on the self-made-clothes-hanger. Not sure if you know what I mean but it is basically open, no doors, no drawer, just iron bar. Now, you see my room is not my room actually, because I’m staying in my mom’s place and I treat it as a temporary shelter (which I’ve been there for more than 2 years now! gosh!), until my husband move back here then we’ll move into our own house which is renting out now. On other occasion when hubby is back (which the next trip is this Saturday), then I’ll need to pack some clothes and move back to my in-laws’ home (which is half hubby’s home).
Coming back about my open wardrobe, it is actually given by my brother, John, which he used when he was working in Sipitang (now he is in Brunei). So I’ve got almost all my clothes there except my maternity clothes. Those were all kept in my in-laws’ home. We still have the room available there, dusty now that we are not staying there, but it is the master bedroom with all the convenient of an ensuit bathroom. I remember when I had my confinement month there, it was just so convenient, I don’t need to step out from the room to get into the toilet. But one thing is that I still prefer single storey house just like my mom’s home. Unfortunately the house I owe is double storey, it is just so hard to get a single storey house now without having to build a hole in the bank account.
Until we move to our new home, then only I can have my own decent wardrobe, or mayba even a walk-in-wardrobe (huh hon? *wink*). So at the moment, let me treasure the convenient of seeing all my clothes in one glance.
Tags: Family life
