Just now, while organizing my computer folders, I accidentally found a diary I wrote in 2022.
At that time, I was 22 years old, just out of school and entering the workforce for an internship. I rented a small single room to live in, and from that point on, I started experiencing independent living on my own.
Before college, during primary and secondary school, I was a day student because I lived close to home, in a small coastal city on the fourth tier. I didn’t travel far or attend boarding school, so I can say I had always been in a communal environment.
When I first started living alone, I
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