Change

This is my first night here at the new house and up to now, I couldn't believe that for the first time in my twenty-one years of existence, I finally have a room of my own. Being the youngest in the house gives me a lot of privilege to sleep with ze parents most of the time even after the death of my dad. It's really a big change for me since I'm not used to sleeping alone. But what the hell, I'm twenty-one years old! I'm tough enough to overcome the fear of the boogeyman hiding in my closet. (Am I?)

Well, ATM, it doesn't really look like a room to me but a bodega since my stuff are still in boxes and plastics. But slowly, I'm trying to work things out. I have a lot of things going through my mind on how I want my "asylum" to be. But if you're a very close friend of mine you'll probably think that it is not really a good idea to let me "rule this town" since I am not blessed with the creativity. So to make things easier, I asked help from my sister-in-law. Hehe. :)

See the garbage bag and the box there? Those are my clothes. I still haven't transferred it to the cabinet yet because it stinks! I tried spraying cologne but the stinky smell still over ruled the perfume. Any tips?

I'd like you to know that this is a huge change for me. Really. But it is something that I was able to accept easily. I'm loving my new environment here and I'm really really looking forward to make lots of good memories in here. 

Thank You Good Lord for this change. I am happy. :)