I will still sleep at the old room, tonight, at least, have moved my furnitures and most things to the new place which looks bigger and is more compact. Yes, I miss the old one already.

In the evening, when I went back to get some staff in the old room, I looked up, seeking for the window that belongs to my old room. It probably was the first time I looked at the window from such perspective. It is so plain that even I’ve spent one-year time there, I hardly recognize it. At the window, I used to extending my eyeshot to the people in the street, the tinkling tram decorated by lovely sunshine in the afternoon, or the places as far as my eyes can reach melted amid the dazzling colors at night.

Outside the window, it is the one of the busiest areas of Hong Kong. Inside the window, it is an original place where my happiness sprouted, which perhaps is everlasting to where my memory goes. Everyday, checking text or email is the first thing after opening eyes; saying goodbye on msn is the last thing before closing eyes. There were also tears and sadness, yet it made the feeling more concrete only. The past 223 days are the most delightful moment in my 24-year history. And the room is the witness.

There are lots of things inevitable and out of my control. I don’t even know how long I will stay in Hong Kong, but I do know and remember, at some corner of the fast-pace city, there is a tiny room facing sunshine and carrying imagines.