I now have more reasons to go home

To a room which is bigger than my squatters (it's not considered an apartment already), with 3 pillows and a bolster to myself, with pretty bedsheets that I chose myself (of pretty brown to match the brown room), with my new paintings, with playstation at my bedfront, with my whole wardrobe of clothes, with my brand new hammock, my sister, my mother, my father, my brother, my Fe, my darling.

To a room which is on the 3rd floor facing the green space my mummy qigongs every morning. The room my Romeo can climb up one day.

Not here.