Farewell to my lovely house

I just bade farewell to my lovely house which has been my home for more than 4 years. I will miss the spacious master bedroom and awesome toilet which itself is bigger than the tiny, 3-room HDB flat which I would be moving into to stay with my parents. I would miss bouncing up and down the stairs as I tried to change the remote from the UBC console downstairs so that I can watch the preferred channel on the 2nd floor. I will miss the nicely, manicured garden and I wish I had spent more time walking in the garden to smell the roses, literally. Those nights spent watching and laughing at bad movies, Audrey Hepburn classics, football matches, jumping around playing Guitar Hero and Need for Speed, are OVER. I guess, it is time to really grow up. Damn. I wish I have my own bachelor pad in Singapore but I need to be realistic as housing prices are insane. I should start toning down all expectations (turning a knob on my head now).

I also said farewell to Daisy. Which turns out to be a guy cow actually. So I should call him Buttercup now. Buttercup is actually the only cow in the field with bells around his neck. I realise that Buttercup and Daisy actually have a small baby cow running around also. I shall name him Daisycup. Daisycup should be proud that his (her?) father has the power to dispel nightmares and spirits with the power of his loud "moo" and bell tinkling at 3 am in the morning.

Before I left, I wave at Buttercup and Daisy in my car. They looked at me quizzically and went back to chewing the grass. How romantic.