I do miss staying on campus, despite the smelly toilets, despite the lack of ventilation sometimes, despite the trouble to bring my clothes to and fro. I do miss that freedom, that personal space, albeit not so big. I am suddenly reminded of the old times when my family and I still lived in a HDB flat at Bukit Batok. It was probably our smallest house ever, but I had the happiest times there. My mum often said she works so hard because she wants to buy a big house for us. I have always wanted to tell her, I don't mind living in a small house with her, as long as she's happy. I had looked forward to every Saturday in the past because that was when we would spend time with my mother. But things have changed. I am easily vulnerable on Saturday nights, because each time my sis comes back, I know I have to hide myself in the room, hoping to distance myself away from the noises of the arguments. I really want to get away from home. Anywhere. And now I'm actually sitting in Yanl...