You know you’re growing old when…
You know you’re growing old when you start browsing furniture catalogs, imagining your dream house and becoming excited over purchasing new bedlinen. I’ve stayed in many places over the years and never cared much about the trappings, but nowadays I wish for a cosy place of my own with mahogany furniture!
If I had my way, I’d have built-in cabinets and wardrobes in all the bedrooms (to reduce the need for dusting on top of cupboards), a library or study room where my books shall be displayed in all their glory in glass-panelled bookshelves, couches in rich maroon or midnight blue, and a sound-proof room for my precious piano.
Unfortunately, this dream is a long way off from becoming reality. Real-estate prices in Petaling Jaya are insane. My only hope is to marry a rich husband. (Or find a sugar daddy. But you didn’t hear me say that!)
Not old at all! (Although I may just be sayign that to make myself feel better for dreaming about the same thing. Especially since I’m a guy!)
Comment by MB — July 31, 2005 @ 1:36 am
Familiar instincts I should say. But you are probably right, to make things easier, find your own rich husband (or someone else’s!).
Comment by Jem — August 1, 2005 @ 3:30 pm