We’ve been looking to move out ever since our housemate got himself a girlfriend. I thought it best we give them some privacy even though it never seemed like they needed it on account of how frequent we HEAR them.
We decided to test-live at a friend’s place to see if this is where we want to move to next. She doesn’t intend to live in KL anymore and is willing to give up her apartment if we so wanted.
On the drive in, I passed huge bungalows, some of which looked to me like spaceships. The roads leading to the apartment were narrow and windy. Often times I would be caught off-guard by the dog-walkers and joggers that suddenly appear on my path. Catching their eye, I felt a little like an imposter as if they could tell I didn’t have the social cachet to be in these parts of town.
But whatever I was feeling before quickly vanished as soon as we arrived. Something about the apartment preexisting the unsavoury luxury around felt like we had historical street cred to be there.
Our parking spot was narrow but sheltered and close to the building we’re staying at. I climbed three flights of stairs before we reached our friend’s unit. The first thing I noticed was the bright crimson paint on the door. Coloured doors were something I’ve seen only in Europe. When I first arrived in London, I was so enamoured by them, I took photos of these doors and came home with nothing to show for about my trip except a bunch of random stranger’s doors.
I was immediately taken by the time-stuck of this place. The owner kept most of the original fittings so it felt as if we’ve been transported to a Spanish holiday resort in the 90s. The sink looked out — something you no longer find in modern houses — into a lush, green scape with the city skyline in the distance. I loved the way the light poured in from the kitchen windows illuminating the counters. For a one-bedroom apartment, it felt spacious.
I took a quick stroll around the rest of the apartment and announced that I was never leaving here.
It’s my last day here and I am not ready to leave. It’s only been three days but I’ve grown attached. I still haven’t had the opportunity to sit at the balcony to enjoy the morning breeze or take the shortcut to get to the mall next to the building or run around the neighbourhood.
All I had time for was the pool and even though a bird shat on my head while I was getting ready to go into the water, Nine said it was good luck and probably a sign that something incredible will happen soon. Fingers crossed that it’s calling this place home.
mostly earnest 
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