breaking in to my new room

How many rules can I break?
How many lies can I make?
How many roads must I turn?
To find me a place where the bridge hasn't burned

First stepping into my room, I was struck by the size. Having lived in my shoe box of a UTown room last sem, this room was ginormous! Space wouldn't be a problem; at least, not the lack of it. But the first night I spent here, with just Slumber for company, the unfamiliarity sank in and I realized that even compared to Cinnamon I hardly know anyone living nearby. Puzzled myself, because I usually think of myself as far from the seeks-familiarity-and-people-around-me type.

Nonetheless, having begun to break into my new room - hanging clothes up in my spacious cupboard, friends coming over and sitting / sleeping on my bed, paid a visit to NTUC for 'necessities' (some people call them 'snacks'. to-mah-to / to-may-to i say), returning past midnight w/o being either bludgeoned by the 'why are you back so late?' speech or guilted with the 'you can come back here anytime, but try not to be so late.. it's difficult for me/us to get to the door, you understand' one, the pleasure of being a 5 min walk away from the coffee shop (now that Engin kopi's standard has sadly plummeted), playing my favorite music as the stack of books on my desk beckons and birds chirp right outside (reminds me of good old okr days) - B209 is beginning to feel increasingly like my own :)