I sort of remembered our room. haha.
This is our room before:
Empty, desolate and without life...
then
This is our room now...





Now filled with all sorts of stuffs from the four of us, we just transformed it to our second home.. our home in the city.



And I remembered my previous post that read:
"Another afternoon of negotiations and financial arrangements has ended once again. Finding and preparing for moving to a new house is just as hard as organizing a party. You have to make deals with a lot of people and you have to consider the financial status and availability of your ‘colleagues,’-your future roommates. Then when you think that everything is polished already, another set of problems start to cascade into your final plans. Big Bummer.
One thing I’ve realized. Sometimes we fear dealing with what’s going on our real world. We don’t want to think about it, don’t want to talk about it. And when we’re already at the point of confrontation mingled with confusion, we give out uncertain answers or we simply put the topic away.
One thing I’ve realized. We shouldn’t be held by our fear of dealing with reality. If there’s a problem, talk about it. If we want to pursue something, then do everything to make it happen. If there’s something we need to straighten out, talking it out is still the best thing to do. Even if we are bound by the fear of being attacked with our problems, like financial matters.
In the end, we will all sigh deeply and smile for a mission accomplished. In our case, it’s a new house, a new family and awaiting experiences for the new school year."

Feels good to have a home, right?