I come home after a long hard day at work, and what do I find?

A room that I recognise no more.

My mum cleared my room for me by adopting one single modus operandi.

By hiding everything away in huge boxes.

What is it with parents, you wonder?

Even at age 23, they want to mess with your life.

Sure, I appreciate the help and effort that she took to clear my room for the impending CNY, but don't they just understand that I like the way things are??

What's wrong with mess??

Least it's my mess, and when you know your mess, it ceases to be mess no more.

Sigh.

I miss my old room already.