



Moving back home is quite strange once you have graduated. My room didn't feel like mine at all, it was more like a storage room or a guest room full of boxes and junk so yesterday I cleared it all out and now it feels like mine again, at least for a while till I decide to move on again. I even managed to put up some of the lovely post and work of my great friends.
1 comment:
Cute! I love your collection of stuffed animals. Strange to feel alienated in your own home. Its the feeling of growth!
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