Move Out!
I’m officially moved out.
I wasn’t cry or drop a tear when I walked through my bedroom’s door and when I stepped outside the house and when I arrived at the airport.
It’s just like this: you’re going for a holiday but you’re never come back (until semester break - which is about 3 or 4 months from now).
Sounds easy, but I’m tellin ya, even though you’re a tough person or an adventurous person, it’s the opposite of easy.
Now, after 8 hours of my arrival, I suddenly missed everything. I miss my (even tho I hate that color) pinky bedroom, with a nice warm blanket and cool aircon. I miss the internet connection. I miss my telly (television) and its program. And everything.
