This was finally the first time that I was alone in the house. There was nothing that was going to disturb me. Quiet and peacefulness filled to room. I found myself looking through the old pictures I have hid all of these years. The box of picture layer under my bed untouched for years. Until we moved into the house in New York. New York by far the most disturbing and loud place in all of the North America. But we did end up moving in to my mom's new boyfriend's house a week ago. And I hate it. I will probably never like.
