This is basically my first post so I’ll stick to describing:
Right now I’m stuck writing this in my little corner, knowing that if I move, I’ll most likely squash something.
Our little apartement is loaded with bulky cardboard boxes, all with a number scribbled on them. Somewhere, I know lie my things. Yesterday, I was going to show a book to my sister, when, arriving to my bedroom, I saw that my shelf was empty… Not a very nice feeling. Right now I can’t invite any friends as our previously white walls are buried under ugly sellotaped boxes.