How easily can someone get attached to a place?
More than a year ago, after living in my dormitory for six years for college, I had to pack all of my belongings to move into a place far away from my quiet life in Los Baos, to pursue my master’s degree. Picking my things piece by piece, I remember too well the stories of how I gained each of them. The lamp I bought from a sweatshop while the rain was pouring hard. The long sleeve-shirt I got from a rummage. The heart-shaped note that a friend gave me as part of her project in a course. The shirts I got from my college organization’s events. The sheets of yellow paper containing scribbles that I now find too hard to read.
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