Living on the Sixth Floor
Well, I’ve already figured out living in Singapore is going to be a bit on the expensive side. And through some “fluke” in the system, I’ve actually ended up living on Sentosa Island. Say that to any of the nationals and they will say “Ooooh, you must be a rich man”.
(At 36 dollars for a small bag of groceries, a rich man can quickly become a poor man!)
It turns out Sentosa is the “Private” island. (Trust me, I go through three separate gates with security guards just to get to the Condo they have me living in. Apparently, this is where all the Bankers, TV personalities, and music stars live. (I wonder where my invitations are?) I’ve been told how much the Condo sold for, so it’s a good thing my company is only renting!
I never thought I would live at a place where my front door was an elevator door. Yes, the elevator is part of the condo’s floor plan. I have to carry a key with a computer chip in it, so it already knows what floor to go to and which side of the elevator should open up.
From six stories up, the view of the bay is beautiful. I know this is going to be a great way to end the day – come outside, drink some of my overpriced soda, and eat a hot bowl of Ramen soup.
For such fancy living arrangements, the bottom line – the people I work with who went residential were given opportunity to have furniture from home shipped over. Since I arrived with only two suitcases – I don’t even have a chair.
You see the long pillow? That’s my “floor-couch”. Laugh!
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