Renovation works in room. With all furniture removed, I sat in the empty room, feeling like a complete failure as if the furniture were towed away for auction to revive me from bankrupcy.

I can recall the very first time I was fascinated when I heard my own echo in my room- that's when I just moved in. 4 walls, 3 flat mattress with my mom, brother and nothing more. I was feeling scared, knowing that I have to sleep in this foreign place for the coming years. Honestly, I don't like the room initially. The occasional piercing speeding noises of cars and bikes irks me, the shadow of the vehicles casted on my ceiling disturbed my sleep.

Time went by and I grew fondness of where I am staying. Because I have new friends here, and supermarkets and bus terminal are within vicinity.

I felt nostalgic as Cal and I were moving my furniture downstairs. My soft spot was triggered once again. But I told myself, I've gotten the paint and new furniture is coming next week.

Let's look ahead and embrace the future.