My sister wrote.

"I'm sorry, but your bed is gone now," she wrote today. She explained that they didn't have any space to put the elliptical machine at home, so my bed had to go. I was totally fine with that. But it's interesting how my sister didn't tell me about this in the beginning when she emailed me about the new ellipitical machine. Then I asked for pictures. And she replied me back with a few and the news about the bed. She knew that I would have found out about it from the pictures even if she didn't say anything.

I joked about this while writing her back this morning: "Alright, I see... You guys don't want me back anymore. I'm cool with that." It meant to be a joke. But I remember, for years since I left home, my mom had always kept my room exactly the way it was before. She was proud of maintaining it that way. She kept it clean and vacant so whenever I was home again, both she and I could feel that nothing had ever changed.

Maybe nothing is for ever.

I'm really fine with it though. And it's good that sister has finally started to work out. It's just... I need to make some small adjustments when I do my mind-traveling now. I do mind-traveling to cities where I had resided when I feel like I need somewhere to belong to. I remember those alleys, trees, smells, streams, and they are all leading to those old dwelling places -- the same something I'd pass by each time when my mind is traveling through. The trips goes faster if I have my eyes closed. I feel assured when I'm certain where everything is. And the mind travels even faster. And so that I will find my way home. But now, before I open the door to my room, I need to remind myself, hey buddy.. it won't be the same anymore.