About Unwritten

It has always been a dream of mine to own a home of my own, and I know I am not alone in that desire. Ever since I started working and handling what people call adult money, this had been my goal.

In Singapore, that dream can feel far-fetched. Housing prices are high, especially for individuals who are not forming a traditional nuclear family or who have exceeded the income ceiling. Still, in my late twenties, I was fortunate enough to earn enough to seriously consider owning a property on my own. I went for multiple condo viewings, imagining what my future home might look like, ready to settle into a life I had carefully planned.

Then Julian came into my life, one of the best things that has ever happened to me. And with him, my plans shifted.

That was when I realised it was not a property I was searching for, but a home.

Buying a property can easily become an emotional investment if you do not fully weigh your financial options and the trade-offs involved. Our eyes are now set on a future home in Munich, where our children can grow up with space, nature, and the kind of outdoor lifestyle Julian experienced. It was something I missed growing up in a dense city.

While our relocation to Paris may feel like a detour, or a step further away from that goal, we see it as part of the journey and an opportunity as we find our way forward.

These days, it has become small talk between us whenever we spot a beautiful piece of furniture or a home appliance on discount. We imagine and smile. We are learning to practise a little more patience. And I cannot wait to see what we will build together.