The only piece of furniture I really own are my Japanese Shoji screens that are currently sitting in my parents\’ garage. Something that I can call mine. I don\’t really have a bed or a table. They\’re things given to me by my parents. I certainly don\’t intend to keep a twin bed and an ikea desk for the rest of my life. In a few years, I want to own a dining table with chairs as well as a nice bed. I want to own a sofa and a coffee table. So that I could actually point to the furniture and proudly say, \”That\’s mine.\”

If I am relocated for a job, I want to be able to be the one that says I want to move it with me rather than what I am doing now–leaving with only eight boxes of clothes, electronics and personal items. It makes me feel like a nomad.

A few years ago, I wrote about not having a home. I still don\’t. Every place I have lived in so far after high school has been temporary. I don\’t buy expensive furniture for the purpose of keeping it. Everything is resellable. I decided not to get curtains because I am leaving soon. I don\’t live in boxes, but I live temporarily.

So soon, I hope, will I have a home…

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Yesterday\’s 24th birthday was awesome. It\’s still so surprising how many people I know back then and now that have impacted my life in any which so ever way. Goal for this year: reconnect. Never forget those connections. Ironic for me, but it\’s about time. I am officially in my mid-twenties!

And…thank you guys! One day, I shall meet you all!