It's strange that just a yr living on my own, this place is seemingly familar, yet unfamilar. My dad changed his desktop and now, i am logging into the "guest"account - which is ironic. My wardrobe, which used to be stuffed with clothes, bags, shoes, are now filled with my mum's clothes. I sleep alone on a single bed and back in my tiny little room with all my stuff toys.
I do kinda miss Parc Vista, especially since we lived there for a solid yr! That place, while it doesn't belong to me, holds deep memories. It's the place that i spent many nights alone waiting for him to come home, the place that i also had many tiffs about the stressful job & also the place that he threw the most tandrums. When i was packing up to leave, i did feel a tinge of unwillingness. Afterall, it was a roller-coaster 400+ days and that was the place that contained a huge part of this roller coaster memory.
I snapped shots of the chaotic environment (with boxes and all) before we left, just for keepsake.
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