Did you have a nice Midsummer night?
I was working so hard to reorganise my living condition.
This is the tenth year since my beloved mother passed away.
All these years, I could not possibly get rid of her belongings.
i was wearing her clothes and her bags which were not exactly my taste.
But then, finally this Midsummer, something makes me feel like everything would be OK if I follow my own likings.
i don’t have to live her life.
I don’t need to live for her, mourning in the feeling of apology.
The first thing I did in the Midsummer was to get rid of her bed, along with my bed.
Now I am sleeping on a Futon!