A Room of My Own

Virginia Woolf said, a girl needs money and a room of her own to write fiction.

I live on a grad student's stipend, 1/3 of which goes to the rent of a two-bedroom apartment I share with my roommate; however I'm not tempting to write fiction.

Have been blogging on another site for a year and a half now, a site in my native language, Chinese. I still post there about once a week. But still I wanna a place with more freedom, and more privacy; a place where I can just record my everyday, and by everyday I do mean every single day, hopefully. Started reading "The Reagan Diaries" this week, and I have to admit that served as the final straw for me to start this new blog. While my other blog becomes more of a show spot, I sincerely hope this place would be my backstage, a room truly of my own.

This is a truly beautiful dress from Anthropologie; tried it on at store; still waiting for it to go on sale. The name adds to its appeal:" Great Heights Shift". And the patterns, the skylines of some city, somehow I can just take it as the city I'm living in. From the height of this place, let's wait and see.