Migration

I did a small scale of migration. I moved in to other room for sleep or study or staying up all night doing my task. My old room is smaller and hot and have this packed feeling I'm uncomfortable with. So I decided to hijacked my parents old bedroom. My mom used to sleep at my grandma's room after my dad passed away. My grandma was deceased not so long after my dad and so my mom practically stayed in my grandma's room for good.

My parents bedroom is larger than mine, have this pretty big pair of windows that have view to our potted plants and mango tree outside the house. How nice.

it's been so long since I wanted this room. This room had a lot of my childhood memories.

I used to sleep here with my mom, dad and my brother. The room is pretty big with one king size bed and a single size double bed for my brother and I. We liked to spending time reading a bible, praying and singing together before went to sleep. I remember standing bare feet on the bed singing whatever song I like. Even now, even how cold rainy nights are, I'm feeling rather warm here. Of course there are no bed at all, all I got was this mattress, in the middle of space-wasted and three closets frame three sides of the room. This surely need some kind of decorating. But my mom, still reluctant to let me move here officially. My stuffs are still in my room. Two pillows, guitar, uke, laptop and a small folding table are all that I could have brought with me.

I need to start operation hijacking soon. You know move my mom closet and bags to my room and bring my closet and desk table here, and all.

The point is I really need this pretty big windows, night air, sounds of rain for my sleep.

Just don't tell my mom guys.

we'll gonna start operation hijacking soon!

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