I realized long ago that my desk was filled with school works from Secondary 3 till Year 3 Poly, and there's load of papers and notes. Those papers are seriously hard to pack - cause if I were to throw them away, it feels like throwing my brain away. I don't know, it just feels like those papers and notes have a link or connection to my brain.
Oh and packing the house filled with generic dust, wood dust, ceramic dust, all the dusts is damn difficult and hectic. Had to wear a mask to work properly.
2 weeks later we will be able to head back to our own home to live but have to come back to grandma's house afterwards in order for the 2nd stage to continue, which is the building of the new room.
The room which me and my sis uses will have a proper study table soon. Slightly late to get but now at least I will be able to use my laptop, desktop and do work on one table.
Kitchen view
there are even more photos on my proper camera.
