Well, I moved back to living with my parents again. I really hate saying the sentence loud, cause it always sound so pathetic. In any case, it's a good decision. For one thing, I don't have to worry about rent. I will still sleep in my old place for tonight. My rent last until tomorrow night officially. When I moved all my stuff out of the room and was preparing to leave, I glanced back, and a sudden sadness swelled up inside. Sure, the room was tiny and falling apart. But it was my shelter during which when I was most confused when I moved into a new stage in my life. Here is where I could bring a day's weary and confusion, and leave them behind in the morning. As I'm walking away, I can feel something new inside of me. I have taken a part of this room with me. Here I have grew and from here I have matured. Leaving here is like saying goodbye to an old friend and teacher. I'll never forget this place, and I'll always be thankful of the experiences here. I have a feeling some other kid who just graduated from highschool and is excited of university life will live here. The room will always teach the life's lesson to the lucky ones that inhabit in it. Farewell room, and thank you....