Today, when I go into my house, I realized that there is somebody in my bedroom. He is the old maintenance guy who came to fix the kitchen light. He chatted with me for quite a long. I guess he somehow recognized me because there is something in my house that happened to be broken for some reasons and from the flooding experience that nobody has in the history of the apartment that I living in. I feel kinda bad since my bedroom is still messy as usual but it is definitely better than last time. But, instead of criticizing about the cleanliness of the house, he actually turned out to be very helpful and he even checked to see if there is other things that need to be fixed. Before the old man left, he even praised me by saying "I know that you have been through a lot and you really did a good job. I can't imagine what I will do if I were you." I was touched since I thought it must be very troublesome for him to come every single time and yet he is so considering and helpful. It is really an overwhelming experience for me to live in this apartment. I didn't even have flood in Malaysia before and yet I have experience twice in the same apartment. My heart was broken over here and I cry so much compared to the first year I came to US. I can't even cook a proper meal before and now I can cook whatever I like. I started my first job a few months after I moved in and the best part is I was able to do most of my works in my room. This is the place where Shamini stayed before she left and whenever I saw her red comforter, I think of the times I spent with her. Our relationship became much closer a few months before she left and she even slept beside me in the same bed before . Even though I had had so many sad experience in the apartment, I still like it more compared to my dorm room since I think of it as my second home. There is still a few months left before I moved out to a new apartment so I really need to appreciate every single moment that I spend here.