Property prices in Singapore are sky-high. You’ll never get an apartment unit for below S$1000/mth in rental (US$694.30, €489.392, 416.110GBP). That’s not including utilities, and probably not furnished. We’re talking something with 1-2 bedrooms, and keep in mind the units here are tiny since we’re a land-scarce island. Public housing is 1.5-2 times that, at least; private apartments are a minimum of twice and usually at more than that. Our good government is extremely un-moving-out-friendly, as they want to promote grassroots support and care right from the family level, family as first line of defense, blah blah. Completely ignoring the fact that a lot of people would be a lot happier not living with their families, and a lot of families would be closer if they saw each other less than every day. Plus, cost of living here is horribly high, and any labour laws in place (like, all zero of them) benefit the employer, not the individual worker… especially not a fresh grad like moi. I could go on.
So, basically this is one of the worst places and least conducive environments in which to even think about moving out. But things are so sh*t, I have in fact been thinking about it… for years now. And by hook or by crook I am going to do it… I managed to finish uni, although it took years longer than I might otherwise have… and I am going to somehow manage work, saving up, finding a place, financial issues, roomie issues, health issues, and kitty issues… and I am going to bring us all to a happier place. Soon, I hope… but if it has to take a while, you can be sure it’s still going to happen. Maybe my first move will even be international? (I shudder at the thought of trying to bring all the cats along, though… :/)
I need to know that this is here. That I’ve committed to doing it. That it WILL happen… one day, possibly soon. That it can happen. And that I just need to try to hang in there until then. ><