Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself. I do not know who wrote this. I remember watching a movie on chaos -- chaos, then peace. Nowhere in the middle or middle of nowhere, both seem apply to me, but I find peace, and in peace, I find myself. Forty days ago, I moved into my new room. After nearly eight (8) years in my old landlady’s two (2) flats, it feels strange — like breaking in a new pair of shoes. There’s a mix of excitement and awkwardness, but mostly, it’s about learning to adjust -- again (I thought I am used to it). My young landlord and his wife? Incredibly kind. They check in on tenants and actually listen when we need something. My flatmates are polite and easy to live with. There’s no laundry timetable, no silly fights over washing time. I can wash clothes anytime, day or night — Monday to Sunday. I love that, because it means no smelly pile of clothes waiting for “my turn.” The only catch...