At last, I have a working table, which I can comfortably sit up straight to put my thought into words. There should be no reason for me to roll myself up inside my throw on the couch with my MacMac screen staring at me by the side, as if it is anticipating me to put down a word or two.
The best thing of all - the table is standing next to the fireplace. When the winter comes again, I can imagine myself wrapping up with a comfortable blanket drinking a cup of hot chocolate while typing my daily journal. I have to thank Mr Donkoi for settling my urge in owning my own "working" space. Love you more each day, xoxo.
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