Memories
Sitting here listening to P.S I love you soundtrack and nibbling on a chocolate heart. Looking at my beloved frankie posters and the stack of old books. Looking around my room I realize that I actually have warmish happy feelings for it. Over the past four and a half years of making it my humble abode, it has changed its appearance quite a few times but that is what makes memories. Remembering that dorky look of 'Stacie Orrico' black and white print outs pasted all around the room. I'll probably look back on my room now and think how dorky it looks, but that is the whole fun of it, looking back and laughing and remembering precious times spent and memories made in such a comparatively restricted dimension.