A house coming home....

This is a strange thing...One day I came to my "house" or "my mother's house", as I tended to call it before...and suddenly I felt that it's such a strange, cold and empty place. I really did turn around my bike, and drove along streets unintentionally. I merely couldn't stand that feeling .
Back home few hours later, I started having a decent plans to make a home-sweet-home in some meanings. With all determinations I can muster, and some help from someone really close to me, I bought a fridge. Yeah, you can laugh your ass out. But it's not easy to explain to you the situation. So no question here, since no answer is gonna come out.
Ever since, I have been spending A Lot of effort to clean the whole things. What a rough job! You can't know it until you put your hands on it. Even though I have thrown away about 1/3 what I have found so far, I strongly believe that I can do it better, it should be 1/2 what I found. Most things are from 2 years ago, belonging to my grandmom, who is such a keeper!
I'm fighting on a losing battle---help!
Aside all chores I need to finish everyday to make this house shows some signs of human living in it, I made another stupid decision: cooking at home. I'm really tired with all dirty news on newspaper, and really tired of crappy food all around the city, which are in my affordable range. Trust me, I don't appreciate people who send me those links anymore. I've known and heard all of it! Such a phobia we're stuck in. Back to my cooking career, I would like to make it clear first that my cooking skills are not bad at all. But WTF, cooking for only me is as same cooking for 2 or 3. Same pot, same chopstick, kitchen to clean. Hell, I'm recruiting someone to share my kitchen work product. Any takers?
What would you say if I tell you by this cooking thing, I'm training myself of patience. Yep, all patience you could think of as: walking in mud in market, spend a lot of time to cut, chop, cook, clean...and one of the most important, which is a real challenge, remember to bring my lunch with me to work. I'm really really forgetful.
Another random thing to write down, I'm planning a captain bed at the queen size for myself. Can you imagine the sale guys/girls here in Ho Chi Minh city, when I show them a picture of a twin captain bed. They looked at me as if I were an alien! Jesus Christ, Just an unusual order, that's it. WTF??!! However, I managed to have a carpenter whom I knew from a work contact to make it for me. Not really cheap, and I'm trying to down the price.
I'm getting tired, I think I would continue the next chapter of changing my life on other days.
Just a remark, it's been 3 weeks since my phone was turn off then totally broken.